dark sky revealing its limit and what's in it beyond
the same sky the old people one used to gaze
mapping down constellation
deciphering fate
sending wishes
waiting miracles
inspire human on it's made up questions
some of them could speak to the stars
whispering to the breeze
then they waits
an hour
a whole night
a lifetime
but not that i could perceive
not that it would matter
I've stopped searching every inch of the darkness
for a falling star to be called mine
--
the dark sky, senescent night
two way conversations with myself
(as I've had no ability of making up delusion)
questions and more of them
wondering wondrous wonder
or just rambling
for whatnot
evaluation on me whose keep making mistakes
misjudgments, pretenses, also false assumptions
--
flux of time flowing constantly on space
touching matter, deform them
thousands light years away
pillars of creation
which had become supernovas
as we perceive its decaying into the end
a question of simple physics
does reality comes with the ability of us perceiving it?
does the light velocity 3*10^8 m/s
defines reality?
the lights of mine having a little chat
the lights of mine writing nonsenses
the lights of mine telling adoration
as i'm light years away from so-called reality
in a place where the present wont die out becoming the past
suspended, forgetting future
ignorance and it's bliss
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ps: it's been a long while since the last time i wrote these kind of piece
i guess i'm allowed to write something on the day of my self-denied day of birth
me and my ego