shorts

it’s but a simple pool,

a temporary place to store one's thoughts, emotions, pain.

but once the pool is full, like a magician pulling scarves out of their sleeve,

it can be endless.

//

she lived in the stars.

dancing on moons and leaping into galaxies, she was born in strength.

her twirls sent the planets into a hypnotic loop, never breaking the circle.

she was alone, but not lonely.

the heart inside her was the oldest star, still full of fire.

she watched the Earth being born.

//

a thought is weightless

but an action can become the size of the Earth.

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my box of tissues.

when you use a box of tissues every day,

the soft paper can't keep up with the pain leaking out.

the relationship you have with this box of tissues becomes a burden,

a floor covered in snot and a broken heart.