Death is just a door,
And sleep is a convention,
Time is relative,
And the only thing that is real is that which we feel,
Our eyes are not just mirrors they are projectors,
When you change the way you look at things,
The things you look at change,
To be or not to be that is the question,
But the why is much more important,
Choice both kindness and crime bleed throughout time,
Separation is an illusion, and so is the end.
You know?
Earth is just a blue shimmer.
And the sky is not just a collection of stars.
The iron from our blood comes from there.
So if you ever feel alone just look up, or in;
Because I’ll be there.
-Claire
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