a shrinking star

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