zero. dust stories

losmundosdero I write messy poetry and short stories
Autoplay OFF   •   a year ago


I've cried so many timelines that the seas could never break my eyes, I guess I waited for too long. I believed to be written in the stars, in your destinies, in the whispers at midnight or in the wishes to a sky that was very small for you;

I guess it was too much. I saved January and I wanted him not to grow into December but the winter is cruel and the seasons don't wait, not even because of the traffic of the trains; I guess I waited, that's all.

The constellations envy you because you wear them like necklaces and anyone would want to be a planet to orbit around you; I did and I would never forget that after so many dances I burnt so bad that the universe went blind and dark, for a while and forever.

I never thought that I would come this far; my skin and bones are stardust and moon rocks waiting to come back to the start, when everything was zero, and give up after being counting eternities like grains of sand in their hourglass.

After all we both know that I will wait for your steps to blow me. One more time and forever.

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