And I’d rather be
entangled in words than
the snare of my own thoughts
in the silence of the
moonlit night and the sun-streaked morning
every letter is a bursting
scream into the universe
And I’d rather be
entangled in words than
the snare of my own thoughts
in the silence of the
moonlit night and the sun-streaked morning
every letter is a bursting
scream into the universe
"The universe isn't made of atoms, it's made of tiny stories." 
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