Tuesday, November 4, 2014


The stars I worship are dead 
  By the time their light reaches my eyes 
And dazzle me beyond belief 
           They are dead 
    What does that say of me,
The depressed girl who finds hope in the 
Shining, sparkly specks in the too light night sky 
Who seem so alive, but have died long ago 

When I can find a space that is dark enough
              (In the literal sense) 
I lay upon the ground, be it gravel, grass, pavement, or sand. 
And stare, stare, stare in wonder 
     At those glorious specks of death 

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