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if i look back, i am lost
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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YOU ARE THE REASON

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Acquired Stardust

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So glad to be the target audience for this!!
Shadows
You were besides me when the sun transcended into the horizon to illuminate me, there stood a figure by my side, a shadow akin to me.
We were merely feathers meant to meet over rivulets curtained by the full moon, a place that only existed for us, the way you did for me , the way I lived for you.
When the solstice came, and the orb hung over you, you turned into flesh, away from me , away from my touch .
When I stretched my hand at you to retrieve your heart , it wasn't there , you said I had it and I smiled a shadowy smile.
Now , my hands are tainted , with a crimson that doesn't belong to me.
The feminine urge
Leaves from the vine .
Leaves from the vine
Falling so slow
Like fragile tiny shells
Drifting in the foam
Little soldier boy
Come marching home
Brave soldier boy comes marching home .
~ uncle iroh , ATLA .
The risk I took wasn't calculated but man , am I good at meth :/
یوں جو تکتا ہے آسمان کو تو
کوئی رہتا ہے آسمان میں کیا
The way you always stare at the sky ,
Is there some one living up there?
Why is it that , whenever we look up at the cohesive mist of blues and it's grey hue , we really start to contemplate , not a mundane melancholy string of beast from under the rug . Rather , like the air that rushes through the hair , crisp , making your strands breath , the same thoughts that seep in happy memories or give you joy , the lingering in your mind that give you hope to be coherent .
Why do skies do that......
for they reflect the vastness we hope to encompass, it's height immune to the eye but ever so more a beau , akin to you . For they are You.