Jul 2020
I stared into space,
Pain in my 'heart'
We were twelve of us,
In Jupiter.
And only I felt the pain.
Painful pain.
And when ghostie looked closely,
He said something was growing on me-
Like a wild flower.
And I could feel it in my deepest insides,
But I couldn't let it
because,
that is simply impossible.
Nothing should grow,
in my heart.
Pain in my 'heart'
We were twelve of us,
In Jupiter.
And only I felt the pain.
Painful pain.
And when ghostie looked closely,
He said something was growing on me-
Like a wild flower.
And I could feel it in my deepest insides,
But I couldn't let it
because,
that is simply impossible.
Nothing should grow,
in my heart.
Whatever is growing on me is growing in my insides too and it feels like something good, wonderful. But I don't want it to because it will be going against mother nature, I'll have to take care of it and I am not meant for that.
(Space.)
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