as long as we are breathing, the sun will dance along our skin in embers, for it recognizes that we are part universe and it shines because of us.
as long as we are hurting, the moon will see our tears and know it as part of the oceans it loves – and it will listen.
we are children of light and decay, we have the secret of creation written within our spirits.
we are song and sorrow in compact flesh; we, humans, are just mobile stars with galaxies fighting to reach our eyes. ✨
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