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i belong to the daybreak when humans with sleepy eyes and mousy morning hearts are brave enough to face the scarily mundane world once again. i belong to nature to the hidden wonders of the world there's unknown modern hanging gardens of babylon and the secret sanctuaries where the teenagers of the megalopolis go to rest. i belong to the ocean in the deepest trenches no man has seen where it is quiet and still and darkness reigns supreme. i belong to outer space in the galaxies who are strangers we'd like to know there's dark matter that swirls space dust coalesces and stars are born to die all over again. i belong to the rain when the sky cries and the typhoons turn to drizzle the water runs through empty houses and thrift stores in the gutters and on and on, to underground, to God knows where. i belong to the night to the time when the busiest people submit to slumber but a few who are not bothered by lightyears sit by their windowsills to watch the stars. *i belong to the world and the world belongs to me.*
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
I Belong
i belong to the daybreak when humans with sleepy eyes and mousy morning hearts are brave enough to face the scarily mundane world once again. i belong to nature to the hidden wonders of the world there's unknown modern hanging gardens of babylon and the secret sanctuaries where the teenagers of the megalopolis go to rest. i belong to the ocean in the deepest trenches no man has seen where it is quiet and still and darkness reigns supreme. i belong to outer space in the galaxies who are strangers we'd like to know there's dark matter that swirls space dust coalesces and stars are born to die all over again. i belong to the rain when the sky cries and the typhoons turn to drizzle the water runs through empty houses and thrift stores in the gutters and on and on, to underground, to God knows where. i belong to the night to the time when the busiest people submit to slumber but a few who are not bothered by lightyears sit by their windowsills to watch the stars. *i belong to the world and the world belongs to me.*
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
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