a time frame

by Star   Nov 23, 2021

the sun was caught
on a tree branch,
so your soul starts
fluttering, then
you forget how
to breathe.

the universe
starts losing
it’s glow,
and the moon
refuses to rise.

you find yourself
lost in the thin line
that connects reality
to the fantasy your
young self created.


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