❝ you are a star, it says, a flickering light in a vacuum, a void, a lack.
you dim and then brighten and age and consume and burn and rage and guide and beautify.
i should think that is worth the sadness.
i do not feel sad when i see you.
i feel love. ❞
—an angel to a child of adam
sumayyah writes poetry...
...because sometimes she Feels Things™ and then has to scribble those Feelings down so she can get them out of her head and move on with her day.