What may never be.
There is a moment,
when the stars are so vibrant,
the sky so pale in comparison,
and I cannot blink.
I live in fear of missing this, even for a moment.
My chest tightens,
my eyes wont waver,
and I cannot understand why there is a peacfulness in the stars.
Why it makes more sense to live in them,
than to be here.
It is the only time in my life
that I feel something so powerful that it brings tears to my eyes.
Tears at their beauty,
and what may never be.
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