Made of Stars (and Poetry?)

A long time ago, the first stars - and those that followed - ended their lives in tremendously energetic explosions, creating every single piece of what we are made of, and ultimately leading to you reading this.

Tuesday, 19 March 2019

Let it all go

I felt time slipping away from my hands
and I was not frightened.
I felt life slipping away and I did not turn back.
because if you are not to slide
and slip
and fall
then why should you even care
to breathe at all
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