Sweet Milky Way

We are all just one tiny part of the endless universe

Sadee Bee (she/her) is ever-evolving, as living with mental illness is never a straight line, and she hopes to be a voice and advocate for those like her. She also uses art as an outlet, creating whatever comes to mind, and is heavily drawn to speculative and out-of-this-world elements. She is inspired by strange dreams, magic, and creepy vibes.

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I am made of matter / of stars colliding and dispersing 

beneath my skin / I am made of that delicious milky cosmos above / 

One you can see if the sky is clear enough / 

I am made of matter / yet much that I do / does not matter / 

When I wave my hands in the air / I cannot move the stars / 

Cannot caress that sweet, frightening Milky Way /

Cannot shift the wind / nor make time any less unending / 

When a star falls / I cannot catch it in my star-made hands / 

Oh how I wish to feel the cold burn of what was 

once my home / In my dreams / where time still passes / 

that giant linear cluster in the sky / unzips itself /

Bares its dark open wound / the emptiness behind it / 

Shows me all our familial intimacies / 

We are of matter / and of nothing / 

of time beginning / of time ending / and the endless stretch 

in-between /  

Behind the burning brightness / the mesmerizing beauty / 

There is a part of us / longing to be filled / 

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