Sometimes I feel like the human race is a reflection of the night sky.
Our street lights acting as constellations to consciousness
connecting the dots between our worlds,
colours making love at midnight.
Stream lights mimicking the rays of the sun.
Our screams personifying the echoes of meteors
and our whispers as faint as shooting stars.
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 5:04 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like the human race is a reflection of the night sky.
Our street lights acting as constellations to consciousness
connecting the dots between our worlds,
colours making love at midnight.
Stream lights mimicking the rays of the sun.
Our screams personifying the echoes of meteors
and our whispers as faint as shooting stars.
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