Celestial Minds
Celestial Minds
Ode to My Grandmother’s Love Letters
There are no stars tonight
But those of memory
They twinkle brightly
Against the canvas of my mind.
Yet the others flicker and extinguish
The more I try to focus on them.
The say it’s a disease
A black hole in my consciousness.
Will all my orbs be consumed?
Will I be left pitch black…empty?
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