i find myself smiling like a retard whenever i see the clear skies dotted with these tiny little bright white lights
i
sound
uber
gay
they never fail to remind u
of
how small u are
how amazing it is be alive out of the ten thousand unknowns out there
and tucked in some corner of my heart i desperately want to believe
that they remember the names of those who have passed before us.
n in the dark skies watching over me
they
become
eternal
in
memory
n in the infiniteness of constellation
i am one of u
Without a wish, without a will,
I stood upon that silent hill
And stared into the sky until
My eyes were blind with stars and still
I stared into the sky.
I stood upon that silent hill
And stared into the sky until
My eyes were blind with stars and still
I stared into the sky.
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