Star Dust

May 17, 2016

Our souls were made from the same star dust

Taken from the same perspective of the galaxy

Pulsing and flaring with the heart beat of eternity

Eventually forming restless beings with adventurous tendencies

Who think about the moon even when it isnt shining

And live in the night where we feel most at home

Pulsing and flaring with heart beats of our own

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