Sometimes, after a single tear dries, a stain is left to mark its place. A constant and forever reminder of what was lost.
Ive had that tear. I am that stain.
Each and every night tears fall like small stars. They weave themseves through the fabrics of time, each day to the next, allowing me to pass into the next day without passing into the next life.
Sometimes i wish i could just close my eyes, even if for a moment; to reopen them again in some far distant galaxy, far from everything that has brought me here.
I have always wondered; What comes next, […]
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