“I don’t get why people wish
when they see a falling star.
Don’t they know that stars fall because technically,
they're dead already?
That the gas they were holding,
which marks their temperature,
their color, it had all run out,
Leaving them to fall here among us.
With that hopelessness inside of you,
Knowing that nothing
will keep you afloat anymore,
That there will be nothing
to catch you beneath everything,
Would you still burden it with a wish?
In a way, I feel like that star,
Continuously falling after losing
what was supposed to keep me afloat,
Hoping that something...
Someone will catch me underneath it all.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 3:56 AM UTC
“I don’t get why people wish
when they see a falling star.
Don’t they know that stars fall because technically,
they're dead already?
That the gas they were holding,
which marks their temperature,
their color, it had all run out,
Leaving them to fall here among us.
With that hopelessness inside of you,
Knowing that nothing
will keep you afloat anymore,
That there will be nothing
to catch you beneath everything,
Would you still burden it with a wish?
In a way, I feel like that star,
Continuously falling after losing
what was supposed to keep me afloat,
Hoping that something...
Someone will catch me underneath it all.
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