If you could, would you spill out all the stars from your eyes?
Imagine, you empty yourself and pour it all out into a river,
deep and muddy.
You swim through the grass, frogs and algae.
Once out, you only wear some moonlight in your hair.
Your freckles vanish just like from a washed egg.
There is a certain pride in the emptiness,
when there is nothing to give and no need to take.
The sun rises in the east,
you wake up with the first sunbeam and decide
how you hate walking the same path over and over again.
So you buy some brand-new clothes and change the house.
You choose a new city.
New life.
You are many possibilities at the same time.
You reproduce yourself and your new beginnings.
Stars burn outside in the same way as they burn inside.
Keep the matches in the pocket
in case you need to burn a few bridges.
Don't be afraid, there is no fire in the water.
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