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Some of us were born in the wrong body, like how I was born to touch the stars, To spread my white wings, So like a angels, Be present for the birth of suns and moons, To see galaxies swirl, This feeble human body cannot contain nor comprehend the size of my soul. It’s more ancient than the skeletons buried at the bottom of oceans, More vast than the infinite universe, And more passionate than the most adored idol. Flesh and bones cannot hold me, So I rot each day, Skin shedding, The body ‘aging’. For the star within me cannot stay forever, But sometimes stars dim, As mortal life cannot **** me in a way that matters, But it can muffle the song, The song is only heard twice in what humans call life. When my soul glows the brightest, the peak of all things great. And in death when this suit opens up and the star is let go from the chains. I was supposed to find peace in the endless galaxies, Instead I am bound. Instead I am mortal, Mortals are those bind to life and fear death, I on the other hand yearn for it, Aching for the sweet mercy death would be upon my bleeding soul, I am bind to the mortal life, only by curiosity. Once that fades? Will I have found an anchor? Or will I seek death upon dissatisfaction?
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Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 10:06 PM UTC
Wrong World, Wrong Body
Some of us were born in the wrong body, like how I was born to touch the stars, To spread my white wings, So like a angels, Be present for the birth of suns and moons, To see galaxies swirl, This feeble human body cannot contain nor comprehend the size of my soul. It’s more ancient than the skeletons buried at the bottom of oceans, More vast than the infinite universe, And more passionate than the most adored idol. Flesh and bones cannot hold me, So I rot each day, Skin shedding, The body ‘aging’. For the star within me cannot stay forever, But sometimes stars dim, As mortal life cannot **** me in a way that matters, But it can muffle the song, The song is only heard twice in what humans call life. When my soul glows the brightest, the peak of all things great. And in death when this suit opens up and the star is let go from the chains. I was supposed to find peace in the endless galaxies, Instead I am bound. Instead I am mortal, Mortals are those bind to life and fear death, I on the other hand yearn for it, Aching for the sweet mercy death would be upon my bleeding soul, I am bind to the mortal life, only by curiosity. Once that fades? Will I have found an anchor? Or will I seek death upon dissatisfaction?
This is inspired off a dream I had where I was a astronaut and a star floated up to me and told me to ‘come home,’ so I looked back down to earth, but the star said ‘No, not there. That is your prison. You belong here, with me. Home, safe in the world you were lost from.’
#dreams#stars#space#death
Tired_Pride
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Tired_Pride
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Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 10:06 PM UTC
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