Silhouettes of Dead Stars Over the Cordillera Range | Ronald Sapirao Fernandez

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For those who are finding their ways out of the fog, carrying themselves like raindrops, praying for the summer nights to arrive.

Everywhere we went, the raindrops followed us. Their insurmountable presence made us feel that we were something that needed to be washed off the face of the universe.

We were the outcasts that needed to be thrown into the infinite vastness of the dark space that was beholding the entire cosmos. Our existence was being pushed into the realms of a black hole so that we would be forgotten forever.