It’s okay
I wonder how far away it is?
Is it worth my wondering?
Wondering of the unknown.
Unknown skies feeds my curiosity.
Curiousity is only quenched when my brain is fulfilled.
Fulfilled thoughts can cure this pain.
Pain comes from you, Stars.
Stars, what are you doing up there?
There’s not much around you.
You have blackness and emptiness surrounding you.
You are bright and beautiful.
Beautiful stars don’t deserve to be surrounded by such things.
Things like rainbows and flowers I’d rather.
Rathering darkness is quite odd.
Odd is okay.
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