in this starry night
where the moon's nowhere to be found
the glitters in the space brightens
and in these specks of stardust
each containing a soul, a dream
wishes waiting to be fulfilled
they burn, worth a several lifetime
a significance, that the promises
tied in your fate, will be done
maybe in another timeline, different life

in the eyes of the dreaming
this night sky contains the hopes
of different beings looking
on that same night sky, filled with
stars shining on a dark space
they all find peace in the meaning
there is light in the dark
and that no matter how dim it is
it's still dazzling, its beauty perpetual
the dreaming once again prepares
maybe in another night
the dreams will be done

I run away
I ruin everything
I break my own heart into pieces
I tell myself that no one loves me
I tell myself no one would miss me
I stay up late and just stare at my ceiling
I scream to myself *** what’s the point
I’ve put my walls up so high no one can try to get in again.

I’ll never love anyone again

i'm practically on my hands and knees, Lord
begging for a sign
of whether i should stay or go

Accumulating money changes
into worries until it overflows
and gets into unknown hands

which run away
with my motivation
to continue

Freed from Mondays
I enter space
and I feel the magic

of possibilities
that I used to dream of
My dear, pack your suitcase

On the back of the dragon
we fly through the gate
and start over

on the large bed
of mother earth
We teach our children to sing

"I'm not going to win.
So why should I even try?"
That's what you've been telling yourself so when the bullies try to hurt you, you won't cry.
I've been down that road
a couple times.
Told myself a thousand lies.
Felt my soul die
a little more every time.
Then one day,
someone showed me the way.
When I looked to see
where I'd come from,
I saw a sign with instructions.
It said "this way to self destruction."

re
It's all too trippy. ever and every. real really very verily.

Whatifery , that is, was that nearly killed the self-willed,
heretics, that did it and what was blamed,
what
was there
to just ify any reason to doubt that all things work, f'good;
friction and forces and all the ideas
we imagine in all, the set. Thattharity should have started with
one of those inverted quest ahead signs
the point with a hook
baitless, a warning for the un-a-wared,
betas are allowed
--stip stip ulate free will restraints
only if compliant with 7th gen Feynman second chance
Nandmazearrays.
Do overs are included, until sleep arrives.

The story is a single thread. Shredded.
Cut into tiny bits, time tic quanta,
so now it works, the thread
of thought, works
like magnetic legos.
It's all been better than ever for a while,
it's just beginning to soak in.

That old man said his side won and
****** If I don't believe
he knew befo he bet. re

The starless star shines

brightly for the followers –


of superstition.