poem # 7

That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.

I think about dying but I don’t want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.

things we should learn from the stars: 1) you will burn. but this pyre of yours will light an entire galaxy. is it destruction if it’s creation, too? 2) collapse unto yourself. it doesn’t matter. yesterday is light years away and it’s cold can’t touch you now. tomorrow is when you shine. 3) the explosion will shatter your bones and no one will hear a sound. it is alright, stars die quietly, too. but they get up every single time. 4) like stars, burn brighter after you rise. 5) (always rise) 6) the universe is a dark and vast place but there’s always light. find it. if you can’t find it, be that light. 7) make sure that the whole universe knows just how beautiful you are when you decide to survive.

Then she kissed him until the sky seemed to fade out and all her smiles and tears to vanish in an ecstasy of eternal seconds.