Two stars collide.
They're beautiful -
Moving in,
Towards eachother.
You'd think it'd be a beautiful sight.
But when they touch a spark ignites, and
Up in flames goes everything we know.
𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶...
My edges are crooked.
My corners are sharp.
My skin can be rough.
My heart can be dark.
For I am a mourner,
Of all of my lives.
Of all of the pain
That this heart has gained.
𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦...
I do miss you, and I hope
That you can see,
Behind all the trauma...
There is love. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗲.
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Choose company who can hold space for your demons, and you theirs, while you banish them together in solidarity. Know your tribe.
Sidereal, (adj.): determined by or from the stars.