287: Peace Over Stardom

Stars gleam above you. Where are you?

A cold wasteland. When are you?

It crunches under your feet. Your boots. Who are you?

The air stings. When? Where?

You plummeted. Crashed. Impacted. Who?

You exploded into stardust and galaxies and saw — What?

Everything you could have been. Why?

The cold brings colour to your face. Gone?

Home.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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