4/4/2025, Friday
11:56 p.m.
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and i reach out to the stars to hold them,
and keep them within my grasp
but as I see the sky crumble in my palm
i realise that the stars were never meant to be held
by one mortal such as myself
as they burn too bright; all-engulfing.
they are better off being admired from afar, unattainable as they are
and they shall slip through my fingers
like golden sand trickling.
and the stars will shine brighter here on; no longer shrouded in my shadowy grasp.
and fond they shall remain, in my eyes, in my heart.
fond, and yet better gone.
Fin~