I am the night sky

Rain, tears, basically the same thing right? One dripping from the darkened fabric of the night sky and one running from the creases in my eyes. I never know how to feel and yet somehow when the sky is tired, I'm tired and when the sky is sad, I'm sad. Maybe we are one in the same. Maybe part of me is the night sky, my freckles the constellations, my hands always reaching, grasping for the stars wishing only to hold one, feel the warmth between my fingertips, the weight shifted from hand to hand, feeling the power flowing through it like the blood in my veins. I’ve always been fascinated by the night sky and now I know why. We are one in the same, feeling the same ways and holding little parts of each other in our souls.

◄ To My Bedroom Floor

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