A Melody and a Letter

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i reach to pluck the low hanging fruits, and catch stars instead. are you racing to find me? i breathe shallow in an unknown place. i travel to my motherland, by foot. i search for my residence, a house, a home. i am the womb of the universe enclosing every bit, every creature, every blade of grass. within me i carry a thousand suns but, don’t forget i am the moon. with faith on my side and the beating of my heart i will win every time. palpable victories. the end does not exist to me. motionless sickness. blood pumping in my veins is a song on repeat. every inch of me is aching for celestial dwellings. cosmic. inconceivably vast. the return.