Once upon a struggle, I stopped looking for the beautiful things in life, because I thought they didn’t exist. But the beauty was always there, sometimes we just get so stressed that we turn our backs to it all. Looking back on it now, I wish someone would have told me to just turn around, ‘cause what I used to see as gray, I now find has color when reflecting from the bay.. because I used to hide underneath this bridge where the water from the creek meets the dirt at land, just to wonder why a meteorite must die, in order for its gold to expand. I look into the soil, then close my eyes to think, when deep inside my stomach, my heart begins to sink. Now I don’t remember taking an Advil, but I feel like I just swallowed one big pill. I think it’s blocking my intestines, and that’s why in my head, I’m feeling stressful tensions. I try to drown my anxieties by sipping on cool water, but oh my god that pill blocks it like a pool, and now I’m getting hotter. Maybe depression isn’t the worst of all the pains, but as my hands begin to tremble, it pulsates through my veins. So with my eyes still shut, I try to find some peace in counting tranquil sheep, but this pool inside my stomach is now over ten feet deep. Now as I start to drown, I reminisce of all the things that led me to this bridge underneath the ground. I wonder if life is carefully planned, thought out intentionally; or if it just happens, uncertain, but grand, without a doubt, coincidentally? Just to think, if plans had fallen together just a little differently, then I’d be vacationing out in Sicily, chasing my dreams, living ambitiously. And that’s when from my shut eyes, I let out a blink, and what a surprise, I started to think. Let’s see, the drain is broken beyond repair. But, do I even care? Because, emotionally, I’m already there. This pool doesn’t have much more room before the water starts to overflow, because in my stomach there isn’t much more room for my problems to go, and so it’s not long before through my veins and up to my heart, my anxieties grow. So, even harder I think, but this time instead of a blink, I all the way open my eyes, cause when they’re no longer shut pondering, is when I realize, that through my mind just wandering, I’ve found something quite wise.. That in order for a star to be created the first place, the gas must expand, just to burst up in space. And just like its birth, its death also includes the evaporation of that gas in order to erase. So maybe a meteorite must burn up in order for its valuable metals to replace because its legacy is too precious to leave behind a trace. Now when I thought this through, I started to wonder, maybe people can be like stars too? And that’s when I climbed from under the bridge, to the top by the ledge, looked to the sky, and let out a sigh, and this here is why.. because, maybe, perhaps, I missed a few gaps, for a star’s light will shine the brightest when in the midst of its’ stunning collapse.
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