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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() time sinks like everything else in the gravity well of my childhood bedroom. i’m bound to the carpet by a force stifling suffocating extinguishing. a long exposure lens
captures photons from unattainable Andromeda, or salvages scraps of light before they vanish down the esophagus of a ravenous black hole. the stars in photographs whisper to me across the impossible distance: we’ll shine a path for you as long as we live, after we die, and when we are reborn. but jupiter leers at me across the silent void: even if the Earth shrinks behind you and you reach me, you won’t be any closer to the stars. i pretend not to listen. i’ll never climb the ladder’s rungs from one to infinity. it’s here i’ll stay where the front door is only a flight of stairs away. i can leave when i’m ready. i’ll fantasize about the cosmos through a telescope. i dream of standing on the celestial sphere while sleeping soundly on the carpet. Comments are closed.
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