Writing Challenge: Write SOMETHING every day... Anything [Day 4]
I thought it was a fine line
I am stardust
and that is not just a metaphor
I am a poem, and that's all I ever wanted to be
I am dust made of suns that died
millions of years ago
I realize now why I gaze at the stars
why I try to find some sort of hidden meaning
behind their light
this intense heat that burns me deep is testimony
of the unmeasurableness that is life
I guess that is why I feel a whole universe
expanding inside me
I am just but a trace of infinity.
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Primer Delirio | First Delirium
Segundo Delirio | Second Delirium
Tercer Delirio | Third Delirium
Cuarto Delirio | Fourth Delirium
Quinto Delirio | Fifth Delirium
Sexto Delirio | Sixth Delirium
Séptimo Delirio | Seventh Delirium
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Extract of an essay: Rhizome
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