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People praise how beautiful the nocturnal sky is. Why not gaze at an unexplored world where sunlight is non-existent?
People keep pointing out these gleaming circles with distinct colors. Why not be overwhelmed by the entities who make their own ink palettes?
People don't want to blink because they'll miss a shooting star. Why not try to blink to get a glance of a weird and monstrous place?
People want to see the Aurora Borealis embellish a pitch black sky. Why not flash a light into the depths where it paints a whole new different scene?
People are used to seeing a silent cosmos. People want to be a part of different constellations. Only an inch separates the night sky from the twilight ocean. But why do we keep looking above instead of diving beneath?
Literary: Blissful Ignorance
People keep pointing out these gleaming circles with distinct colors. Why not be overwhelmed by the entities who make their own ink palettes?
People don't want to blink because they'll miss a shooting star. Why not try to blink to get a glance of a weird and monstrous place?
People want to see the Aurora Borealis embellish a pitch black sky. Why not flash a light into the depths where it paints a whole new different scene?
People are used to seeing a silent cosmos. People want to be a part of different constellations. Only an inch separates the night sky from the twilight ocean. But why do we keep looking above instead of diving beneath?
People love to admire
What seems to be out of reach
As they pretend to reach out
Without any intention of trying
While they tell themselves
They never could have made it
So they sit, they watch, and they sigh
Blissfully in artificial ignorance
For if they admit
That they could reach out
Somewhere else
To find the beauty
They have longed for
They will be confessing
That all the efforts they have made
Were all just for show
So like I, they just wonder
At what they’ve already seen
Afraid of asking themselves
What could be
This is nice ✨
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