my dreams are what others chasei have been mourning over somethingthat everyone hasand everyone has a story about how it shattered
today i was confronted with a truththat i had been ignoring for so longit is my skills that matters the mosti love stars but maybe writing is what i was made for
Written on- February 18, 2026; 7:34pm.
This poem is part of "Fire in My Dreamland: A Poetry Series". Even though this epilogue poem was written before some of the poems i later wrote for this series, this poem still summarized the fate of mine. It ended with astronomy but found a beginning in writing. I will forever mourn that version of mine who almost had it all but time is moving forward and it won't stop for me to catch up with others. So you just have to move forward no matter how hard it gets. This thought is the only one that is driving me, otherwise i almost lost myself a year ago.