Everything is same
The Stars
The moon
The sun
And the world
It’s just that you are gone
Stars shine less
The moon doesn’t listen
Instead of warmth, the sun burns me
And the world doesn’t exist at all
“We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything - what a waste!”
― Andre A...