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I've overextended I've expected too much I live on this tightrope to the stars Forgetting how far I just might fall I look at me over the past few months and all I see is Normal Makes it almost enough to forget Makes it seem like my head isn't combustible Makes it easy to act too much like the person I could be If I didn't have This **** Head Slowly, I was falling out of love with normal But then I realized I was just falling Toeing too close to the edge of the rope Stumbling back unto the synapses that laugh at my reach Tripping back towards the chemicals that break my heart Toppling that fantasy of normal and remembering I'm not Every so often I look at the earth below and think What kind of human would I be without my head? I'd make more sense decapitated But instead I'm starry, strange me But instead I'm alien Luckily, I'm too familiar with these mistakes to fall all the way My safety nets were already in place I find my feet by the Moon Instead of on the earth, dead I'm laying in these heavy webs, watching space float by I'm forced to look inside and remember that In between my sparks of humanity And my grass-stained toes There is the dark void of space and the burning core of planets There is the stars in my eyes and the lack of gravity Despite my human smiles and my human face I'm more star-child than anything earthly In this weightless winter, blacker than night, I remember I may find friends I may find ground I may find the meaning of human life But underneath it all, I am an other, an oddity A woman of stars and space An asteroid, a moon, a star, given sentience and a body Not quite wrong but not quite right And never normal My arms crawl heavily back onto my tightrope My core weighed by the reminder of my abnormality My brilliance My madness My feet balance just right, like stepping through stars is instinctive My place is here, between the earth and the universe I don't belong quite on earth I don't belong quite in space I live a life of paradox and pain I live to never forget the galaxy in me But sometimes I do forget And the stars are swift to remind that I am not human I am not normal I am beautifully, painfully, brilliantly, madly me The price for the stars is one I'll gladly pay However The price is one I'd never ask another to suffer I am a star-child and I am the only one of my kind and That's exactly how it should be
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
Star-Child
I've overextended I've expected too much I live on this tightrope to the stars Forgetting how far I just might fall I look at me over the past few months and all I see is Normal Makes it almost enough to forget Makes it seem like my head isn't combustible Makes it easy to act too much like the person I could be If I didn't have This **** Head Slowly, I was falling out of love with normal But then I realized I was just falling Toeing too close to the edge of the rope Stumbling back unto the synapses that laugh at my reach Tripping back towards the chemicals that break my heart Toppling that fantasy of normal and remembering I'm not Every so often I look at the earth below and think What kind of human would I be without my head? I'd make more sense decapitated But instead I'm starry, strange me But instead I'm alien Luckily, I'm too familiar with these mistakes to fall all the way My safety nets were already in place I find my feet by the Moon Instead of on the earth, dead I'm laying in these heavy webs, watching space float by I'm forced to look inside and remember that In between my sparks of humanity And my grass-stained toes There is the dark void of space and the burning core of planets There is the stars in my eyes and the lack of gravity Despite my human smiles and my human face I'm more star-child than anything earthly In this weightless winter, blacker than night, I remember I may find friends I may find ground I may find the meaning of human life But underneath it all, I am an other, an oddity A woman of stars and space An asteroid, a moon, a star, given sentience and a body Not quite wrong but not quite right And never normal My arms crawl heavily back onto my tightrope My core weighed by the reminder of my abnormality My brilliance My madness My feet balance just right, like stepping through stars is instinctive My place is here, between the earth and the universe I don't belong quite on earth I don't belong quite in space I live a life of paradox and pain I live to never forget the galaxy in me But sometimes I do forget And the stars are swift to remind that I am not human I am not normal I am beautifully, painfully, brilliantly, madly me The price for the stars is one I'll gladly pay However The price is one I'd never ask another to suffer I am a star-child and I am the only one of my kind and That's exactly how it should be
starchild, mental illness, art, brilliance, pain, friends, loss, normal, odd
grace-7
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May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
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