My lungs are filled with bright stardust.
When I exhale, I see new stars erupt all around me.
And from the blank, shimmering faces, I can see a watchful eye.
The long nights stretch ahead in front of us like a perfect syzygy,
bringing the sun and Earth closer together.
Pouted lips and wide, troubled eyes.
The epitome of beauty stands before a mirror,
painted without worry and fear.
The luminous features swim in and out of my dreary mind,
causing my reality to become all the more splendid.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
My lungs are filled with bright stardust.
When I exhale, I see new stars erupt all around me.
And from the blank, shimmering faces, I can see a watchful eye.
The long nights stretch ahead in front of us like a perfect syzygy,
bringing the sun and Earth closer together.
Pouted lips and wide, troubled eyes.
The epitome of beauty stands before a mirror,
painted without worry and fear.
The luminous features swim in and out of my dreary mind,
causing my reality to become all the more splendid.
