• blanc_noir 9w

    To the starless sky that greets me every night

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    As my eyes meet the bare sky
    Lifeless and mundane
    An unsatisfying gradient
    Of a dull blue and an equally dull orange
    A part of me aches
    Aches in knowing
    That no longer can I trace out the constellations
    And no longer can I listen to the whispers of comfort
    Played out for my chaotic soul
    But aching is all we seem to be doing
    It is something
    Every adult, child and infant
    Have had engraved in their bones
    For finally have we succeeded
    In chasing away the stars
    So ache we must
    And ache we shall
    For we are the ones
    Who drove away the stars