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I Could Touch The Stars
I could touch the stars.
I could sweep my hands and send meteors shooting towards the ground on which I stand.
I could breathe the solar winds.
I could exhale and send solar flares light years from my mouth to your ears.
I could hear the galaxies.
I felt the bass and the trills send waves of happiness through me and think of how beautiful it seemed.
I could smell the void.
I could breathe in the vacuum that is space and exhale my own life force back into the abyss.
I could see the universe.
I saw the universe swell and shrink; I could hold the galaxies inside of my hand.
I could taste the elements.
I could experience the freedom of the fluorine, the royalty of the gold, and hydrogen's indifference.
I could do all of this.
But then you touched me
Held me
Spoke to me
Loved me.
I lost this ability. I lost the worlds and galaxies that I once held familiar and dear to my heart.
I traded the world and universe for your love.
Was it worth it?
I believe so.
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