Jun 2019
Eyes littered with stars that go on
Forever and Ever
I once believed in God and the Devil;
Truly my first muses of anxiety
But you bring me a sense of relief
A romantic lull of nothingness whispered
Through the pursed lips of your
Galaxy's edge
The empty abyss
This beautiful void
It's a promise to the dreamers and the overthinkers
A promise of rest
A cosmic comfort of sorts
Forever and Ever
I once believed in God and the Devil;
Truly my first muses of anxiety
But you bring me a sense of relief
A romantic lull of nothingness whispered
Through the pursed lips of your
Galaxy's edge
The empty abyss
This beautiful void
It's a promise to the dreamers and the overthinkers
A promise of rest
A cosmic comfort of sorts
How does the idea of drifting off fully and wholly make you feel when you're disassociating on the bus back home at 4:17 in the afternoon?
