Good Things

Flower Tree

A lot of good things happen between sadness and kindness.

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I gazed at my face in the mirror this morning, and I saw a cluster of stars—old and new that were imperfectly placed in the galaxy of my own reflection. Some of them placed near each other, and some of them dead, and some of them were about to create a supernova in the near future. But most of them have already passed away—leaving black holes to suck the happiness out of my own universe. But what I have learned since the big bang was that a universe without planets and stars is a universe without beauty. And loving the galaxy of my own imperfections would be the greatest joy of my life.

Confessions of a Wallflower, page 237

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i.

 
there are days
when my stars
align just for me.

 
my inner cosmos
telling me to write
about the pain.

 
my inner cosmos
telling me to expand
the universe within.

 
ii.

 
there are days
when my stars
collapse.

 
i am made of pure
darkness.

 
i am made of pure
anxiety—

 
terrified of not seeing
the sun again.

 
iii.

 
there are days
when my stars
rise—

 
like the infinite suns
that they are.

 
illuminating my being.