a shrinking star
2025-02-22
there is something inside of me
buried so deep
so
deep
and im a digging dog
you’ve no idea how long i’ve digged
you’ve no idea how little i’ve digged
you’ve no idea how much i’ve digged the baggage others have thrown at me
you’ve no idea how much i’ve been dragged by it
my head can’t even carry my shoulders
how can my shoulders carry the baggage of a thousand dead stars
how can my heart beat
how can it not get squeezed
how can it not get caged
in my rib cage
i know what my heart needs
i forget what i know
and what i believe
i question
the weary shoulders carrying this weary head
this weary shoulders carrying this baggage
can’t carry out what my heart needs
and i get smaller
when the core can no longer support itself
against all the pull
it collapses
supernova
such explosion is quite spectacular
and dramatic
it’s often told it could outshine an entire galaxy for a short period of time
sounds like me
that does sound like me
perhaps all my baggage
is just gravity
and my weary heart
a dying core
born eating the universe
exploding to give back to it
perhaps i
i should stop fighting
i should stop attempting
i should stop
being sisyphus
i should let the gravity glue me to the ground
as its core
pulls my core
and watch the dead stars
as they call my name
and close my eyes
shrink
meeting parts of me i never had
not even meeting
saying hi to the parts
that know
we’ll all die
right after we meet
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