“It’s how the the stars crave for the darkness
in order to shine so brightly for everyone.
It’s the way the waves long to kiss the shores.
This is almost like that first book you read
that gave you a gut-wrenching feeling
when you reached the last page,
and now your hands wish to trace its pages all over again.
It’s like a field of flowers waiting for droplets from the clouds
or like a string of shooting stars anticipating for someone’s wish.
This is the eighteen sunrises that touched the sky
and the eighteen sunsets that grazed the edge of the ocean.
This is the sunlit tomorrows resting
behind shadowed todays.
It’s planting seeds in the backyard,
hoping for the day when the lilies will bloom.
It’s how magnets gravitate toward each other,
no matter how far they’re pulled apart.
It’s the way people replay old films
to unfold forgotten or buried memories.
I guess what I’m trying to say is
this is me missing you.
once when i was little, i claimed it was a teacher’s work day so i wouldn’t have to go to school and mom’s not an idiot so of course it didn’t work, but when we got to the school, we found it was a teacher’s work day and that made me think i had super powers so i started trying to kill classmates with my mind to confirm the theory
You thought you had super powers so you immediately attempted to murder everyone