I will not wait for you
to regret losing me.
Does the sun wait for
the earth to regret turning?
Does the moon wait for
the night to regret ending?
The sun remains the sun,
and the moon remains the moon.
I will remain myself
with or without
your acknowledge of my value.
Sorta symbolic in the sense that even with the abstract amalgam of realities literature has cultivated in our minds, our thirst for more can never be entirely fulfilled – the tank that fuels our imagination-engine is as abyssal as the nothingness of pitch-black. -cc
(Thieved this wicked pic from one of @symmetricalart’s stacks. Nice find.)
If you could only love enough, you could be the most powerful person in the world.
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