- stars weaving webs into the sky; stars being stolen at sea to bring home to a lover; stars shooting like arrows to nip and prick skin
- suffocating on nothing, coughing on nothing, being unable to breathe because of nothing, nothing slowly filling my atoms like balloons
- loneliness is my best friend, “sadness is my boyfriend,” and “nostalgia is my hometown”
- the ephemeral nature of my thoughts, forever withering like flowers that bloom for a day and won’t even miss their own existence when their petals fall away
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