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This Universe, This Mind

Once again, a day of contemplation has fallen upon me. So here y'all go, for anyone that is interested. I call it "This Universe, This Mind." 

xoxo Sam


This Universe, This Mind


I am afraid to reach for the stars because I cannot hold them.

Afraid to brush the unknown with my fingertips;

For I must pull back too soon and hide the blisters

Of these dreams that scald.


I do not dare to smile at a moon that will never smile back

Afraid to wish upon it, to dream of what lies on the dark side;

To see the dents and scars masked in creamy white

Of a goddess that runs forever from the sun.


I am afraid to gaze into the vast expanse of the universe

Afraid to lose myself in this chaos that never ends,

Where minds turn to madness trying desperately to 

Uncover mysteries locked within these galaxies.


But it pains me most to look within,

At wobbling towers of hopes held together by a thread

At a heart chained down, imperfections concealed in darkness,

At this mind spiraling toward a point of no return.


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