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A Speck of Dust in a Galaxy

   It's that time of the day again. When the time stops and everything else goes black. When my bedroom becomes a room flooded with tears. When you, the person I love, become the person I shouldn't love.
   You wouldn't understand, I know and it's okay. Brains do a lot of weird things, don't they? It makes me feel a thousand things but above all these, it makes me feel nothing. It feels like I do nothing. Like I deserve nothing. Like I, myself, am nothing.
   My mind goes empty and full at the same time. Echoes were all over me, too many for my ears to listen and for my brain to comprehend. It keeps telling me that you don't need me. I'm a burden that's too heavy for your shoulders to carry. You're too great of a person to be with me. I'm just a speck of dust in a galaxy yet you deserve the sun.
   You even deserve the whole galaxy. You don't need a dust that's too dirty. My love, you don't need me. You need the beautiful sun to brighten your world. You should be with a sun; the one who'll always be there, always warming you up, always shining through the darkness.
   It's that time of the day again. When my thoughts eat me alive. When letting go means not having to feel all of these again. When my mind tells me I should disappear. When you love me, but I shouldn't love you.
   I am sorry. I am nothing. You deserve everything.