Elevate

I gauged midnight by the intensity of starlight and journey of the moon.

Then, life happened and I counted miseries, awaiting dawn. Stars can sense the sun waiting on the other side.

I wonder why others count the number of years I’ve lived on earth, when I carry the essence of time inside me.

I accept being a tiny fragment of the universe, while others want to know how I plan to elevate myself.

I’m yet to reach the middle. The best of me is yet to come.

I’ll learn how to count joy.


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