I think the universe
keeps a notebook somewhere far away
filled with everything
we refused
to say out loud.
Old memories sit like dust on the shelves of my mind, and every time the wind blows, they scatter.
˓ ִֶָ ࣪ 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍˖ ִֶָ ࣪
Maybe one day the stars will whisper and tell me that I am not alone.
The stars whisper to me that no one is ever alone, even if the world pretends otherwise.