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Gravity of Stars written by Lacey Roop

Discovered while staring at the bottom of a coffee-cup
That I’ve spent too much time looking-up.
That if your head is arched too high up in the clouds
You can’t appreciate how much you have grown once you have forgotten the ground.

I want to forget about stars.
About things that fly.
Skyscrapers.
Superheroes.
And God.

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I want to find magnitude in a molehill
Hard work on an ant’s back
Bad choice in an empty bottle
Forgiveness in a person’s car wreck
I want to see color in a blind man’s eyes.

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Tell me when it was when I forgot about simplicity.
When I started to believe that someone who could do trigonometry in their head
Mattered more than a 33-year-old man who finally learned how to live.

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We need to remember to go up to every person we see with scars
Shake their hand and say
Congratulations, You survived whatever it was that is….

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Stop wishing on stars and start believing in ourselves again

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This world is a ticking time bomb
Everyday that passes is just another moment less—

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I want to see my reflection in an eye of a fly
No more stargazing.
Waterfall wishing.
Prayer giving.

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I’m starting to get a crook in my neck by starring in the clouds for too long
I want to be inspired by heartbeats again
Hold people like my favorite book
Kiss the fat pimple on a teenager’s forehead and say
I hope you don’t think this is a factor in how beautiful you are,….
Because it is not.

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Tell Michael Ray Stevens
It doesn’t make you bad to be in love with a boy—….
Love is what makes us human…..
Be happy that you feel something for someone—….
You’d be surprised how difficult that is for some…..

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I want to tell pilots to try swimming.
That the sky is way too fucking beautiful for us to be in it,
We need to come down from our high-horse.

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Tomorrow I’m going to travel Austin by crawling on my knees
In hopes that when I stand back up I’ll see things differently.

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I’m done dreaming of astronauts
The moon is a made-up romantic

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Put me in the pavement.
Lie my carcass in the cracks.
Let me be humbled by the power of speaking by the silent dance
Of a deaf man’s hands

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Want to watch closely the movement of the lips of a mute
Who wishes for nothing other than to hear the sound of his voice
Visit a hospital and hold the hand of a woman in a comma dreaming
About making love with her lover again

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The sky has nothing in it as interesting as the diversity of this earth,
That is why I don’t care anymore about flying

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There is a reason the stars keep falling
They are jealous of the things we get to see
By just being here—
On the ground.

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