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My Factitious Universe
The phosphorescent stars and planets glow innocently from my sky.
Plastic, man-made, recently placed.
Their luminescence kissing my sight, I remember a time when posters covered the ceilings,
posters that held no value to me.
When space was little and trash and tears choked everything around.
When I would've chosen to lose all I cherished, just so I would never have to move again.
Back then I visited so many people. I listened, and tried to follow their breadcrumbs, using the
broken flashlights they handed me.
I remember when my mind was an archer, and I was it’s red bullseye.
I remember nothing, I remember everything.
As I sit in my room of astral decor, I try to forget the scars in my mind. Sheets blocking
memories to keep myself safe.
I try to remember how I got to this place, where I can be safe from black holes and asteroids.
Where I can run my hand through the dust of happiness and live through collisions of pain.
I remember a balance, of medicine and fear and love and disgust.
I remember a summer on my own as well.
I remember finally not backing down, not letting intolerance and idiocracy tie me down. I
remember sleeping soundly while everyone else grieved what they had lost.
I had reached the point where I would take no more jail cells, no more domination. A point
where I could plant a garden of hope and inspiration, and not falter when someone threatened it.
I may of learned to stand before I was 3, but I didn’t learn how to stand up until I was 15.
And I never stopped.
I no longer despair about the oncoming war, I prepare and accept it will. I know I will
fall, but rise again stronger.
Sitting in my little galaxy, dark stars and dark planetoids in orbit, I reach out and paint a little
light onto them. Hoping one day, they’ll create their own gravity and survive.
I am no longer full of darkness, but breath light. Black clouds cover my surface, but no longer
threaten my core. A being of balance, I have evolved.
I am alive, I am here, and I am not afraid to shine, any more.
And one day, the sky will be filled with others like me.
It takes one star to spark a universe.

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