Things Iâve said under the stars
How do you exist so casually yet magically amidst all our chaos?
I want to live outside of this city.
Are you friends with the moon?
Do they look up and almost trip too?
I know the truth but Iâm not ready to accept it yet.
Does the sun make you envious?
Okay. Letâs write some poetry.
Am I a fool romanticising everything unnecessarily?
It still hurts.
Can I borrow your acceptance for a bit? You stay where you are but never get restless.
What really is your name? Do you even care about humanly things like that?
How does it feel to be almost immortal?
Do you look down upon me after knowing all my secrets?
I miss her, can I reach out?
Is there any other planet we can escape to? Do we deserve to?
Is there anything in me 1% as bright as you?
Did Van Gogh get you right?
// creatingnikki //













