To The Cosmos

Sometimes I think my blood exists only of loneliness,

Sometimes it feels like these bones hold the world's gravity,

and in a futile attempt to float,

I crack open my rib cage once more,

take my heart in my hands,

and try to give it to the cosmos,

"Take this for safekeeping. I do not know how to carry this without breaking it."

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Note: I've been feeling so lonely and empty lately. I guess those are good ingredients for writing poetry, but not so good ingredients for being productive and happy (or at least neutral). If you've been feeling the same way, I promise you're not alone. You never are. Hm. Look at the irony.