The Art of not being Content

All around me

I see people being happy

with the ones they want

to spend their eternities with.

I can’t fathom how

their lust for this world

is satisfied with finding a single person

when I have met hundreds

and still seek

to touch the stars

to swim in all the oceans

to fly through the sky.

I can’t fathom how

a person can make you forget the sky

when we were all

stars and constellations to begin with.

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