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i like to think that the evening sky and my mind are the same.
twins from different times meeting so close, yet so far.
the evening sky wondering, worrying, if it would ever evolve into dark nothingness,
or if twinkling lights would poke through,
little stars like little spots of hope shining through the constant worry.
a constant thought that shifts between what if and when,
the thought of ‘what if one day, we collide,
smashing together into oblivion,’
turns into the question of ‘when? when will we explode together in a violent ray of colors and emotions?’
i often ponder how and why as well.
how will it happen?
why does it happen?
in my deep thoughts, i like to believe that the how is in a horrendously beautiful explosion,
feeling colors and seeing sounds,
experiencing a new bliss that is so peaceful, it’s almost violent.
and when it comes to why, i like to imagine it’s because of fate.
when everything came together, when our world formed
there was some small, microscopic being that was left in the debris of the beginning,
that was there, to one day make me and the sky collide,
to bring two lost souls, separated so long ago, together once again.
when i was little, i would watch the evening sky, transtion in such a slow way,
so you don’t notice it has changed until it’s already happened,
and now, as i grow, as i transition, i find another common ground between me and the evening sky
both changing in tiny, little, sneaking ways,
until one day, you wake up and find,
i’ve reunited with my once lost twin, from another time