"Goodnight My Sun!" Said The Moon. "Tomorrow Is Another Day For Us To Love." So The Sun Collapsed Herself

"Goodnight my sun!" said the moon. "Tomorrow is another day for us to love." So the sun collapsed herself into the waiting hands of slumber.

Oh how they believed each other.

As though they can really be together.

The wind howled to the cadence of their melodious hearts tangled in a dream.

The stars traded their brightness for a way for these lovers.

The universe obeyed.

written in the stars

katie, February 8

Because it's the 7th ❤

I am not writing enough. I call myself a writer but don't stain my notes with words as much as I ought to. And tonight, I sit on my bed and stare blankly at the empty piece of paper lying cold on my coffee table. I write the word "He" and stop; unsure if I am now ready to pour out my thoughts. I let out a sigh. If I let my guards down, there are lots of things I can associate with the word "He".

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"He"

Is what wakes me up every morning, an alarm clock screaming. The light that bathe me with euphoric thoughts that come rushing in a long queue the moment I stir from slumber.

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"He"

Is the aroma of coffee that fills my head, reminding me of the last time we're in my favorite coffee shop, listening to songs, trying hard to ignore the rhythm of our hearts and the spark we created when our hands accidentally touched.

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"He"

Is the good morning texts I get, those innocent messages I refuse to read because I am scared to uncover something beneath; say a gift I am not prepared to unwrap but dying to have.

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"He"

Is the movies I watch, the songs I hum and listen to, the gentle chuckles that resound in my head, stirring emotions in me that are long dead.

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"He"

Is what paints a smile on my lips, the reason why I beam in the midst of a curious crowd. It's insane sometimes, but I feel like floating on cloud nine.

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"He"

Is the thread that ties me to sanity. The only thing that makes sense when all I can see is chaos and the cacophony is just too loud for me to contain.

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"He"

Is the journey and the destination. The good night texts that pop on the screen of my cellphone the moment I get home.

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"He"

Is the home and the love I run away from, thinking I may only be dreaming because reality could not possibly be this mirthful .

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"He"

(In spite of myself) is the arms I wish would welcome me when I am done running at the end of the day.

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-He,

Katie, 01:30

What if one day, we wake up and find out that everything we ever had, the laughter shared, the late night talks, even the times when we're too dazed to realize we're falling in love weren't real?That the hand I held in mine, the face that looked divine, the kiss that was more intoxicating than wine were just products of an illusion staged to make us believe there is love? What if there is no love in reality? That the web of magical emotions we think we feel is actually a concept conceived in another universe; a concept too complex to be derived in ours? Would you still be brave to look me in the eyes? And if I won't be able to utter a word would you still trust in promises? Or you would just fall asleep and dream with me. Because in dreams, it is easier to believe in anything. There's no need of a hologram projector to show us an illusion of love. I need to know baby. Love for me is just another theory. Like singularity, white holes and black holes. I would like to know if it's something you would give your time to prove. So we can decide right now whether or not our hearts have a place to call home.

-A theory to prove,

Katie, 20:15

Why do you need to hide

When my darkness calls

If you love me,

Why are you so terrified?

-katie, 17:15

Tears lighten a burden

Tears cleanse a heart

So go on cry a river

Until the pain subsides

It's okay to break

Feel vulnerable once in a while

Don't listen to the world

Telling you it's a weakness

Crying will never be a weakness

Nor shall it define who you are

The real weakness is inability

To show yourself forgiveness

For all that you didn't accomplish

For all that you didn't become

-cry yourself a river,

katie, a time to heal

Sometimes my heart is empty

Sometimes it's full of you

And all the moments in between

I cling into a string

With every gust of wind

Gently, I swing

In my mind I hear you sing

And I am lost

Between the lyrics

Oh you are

A song I can't forget

You're stuck

Deep inside my head

A persisting memory

Your voice resounds

I am lost

Between the emotions you evoke

When my heart is empty

You fill it up again

With feelings more profound

Than the last one it kept

The austerity

Of the lines you sing to me

Stops me from running

Mesmerized by the melody

I am not

The kind of person

Who admires

Singers

And all their poignant lines

But for you

I will make an exemption

For you always fill me

With waves of euphoria

That I forget

The chaos in my head

For you silence

The howlings from the dead

I buried beneath the sands of time

Oh you fill me

With your spilling pieces

And yet

I feel empty

Like I can't get enough

So I spread

Myself like a giant sponge

I'll absorb you

All of you

Until every song you sing

Becomes one

With my poetry

-One with my poetry,

Katie, 22:30