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Where the Universes Split
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I woke up weightless in a well of dying stars,
My name erased, yet memories still mapped my scars.
A cosmic echo whispered, choose your gravity
Joy or sorrow, both waiting in the same galaxy.
I rose from darkness like a question made of light,
Knowing my whole life, but not the one inside that night.
I had the power to bend my pulse from grey to gold,
To choose a warmer story every time the cold took hold.
Someone sang a name I swear I'd never heard before,
Yet it rang inside my chest like an unopened door.
It made me ache, it made me bloom within a breath
Was it sadness turning into joy, or joy escaping death?
And when the voice dissolved into a quiet fade,
I slipped between the worlds that dreamers never trade
Was it a memory or a truth the dark exposed?
Tell me, where do universes split when we fall asleep?
Do we cross those hidden borders where the galaxies weep?
Is the world truly bright, or is the color in our eyes
Just the echo of a painter we mistake for the sky?
And if happiness is something we're too scared to allow
Why do we chase a joy that isn't ours somehow?
Oh, the stars keep asking me: Which life is truly mine?
I woke again inside my bed, my planet, my routine,
Yet the air still felt like worlds I'd wandered in between.
Maybe every night we trade our universe for dreams,
Maybe nothing's ever real as solid as it seems.
Is the cosmos full of colors, or are we their source instead?
Did a maker choose the palette or pure accident's thread?
A crimson rose I never dared to place into your hand
Now blooms in constellations I can't even understand.
Where are you living now-my galaxy or another one?
Do our nights align or did our futures come undone?
I hope your heart chose sunlight when the shadows closed.
Tell me, where do universes split when we fall asleep?
Do we cross those hidden borders where the galaxies weep?
Is the world truly bright, or is the color in our eyes
Just the echo of a painter we mistake for the sky?
And if happiness is something we're too scared to allow
Why do we chase a joy that isn't ours somehow?
Oh, the stars keep asking me: Which life is truly mine?
Maybe joy is just a switch we refuse to turn on,
A fragile, quiet freedom we believe we don't deserve upon.
But no one can be "more happy" than another living soul
We're mirrors breaking differently to feel a sense of whole.
And I learned that glowing brighter never dims another flame,
We measure life like races when no one wins the game.
We chase a stranger's laughter thinking theirs is more divine,
Not knowing every universe redraws its own design.
If I could choose again inside that well of falling suns
I'd pick joy without the fear of what the sorrow becomes.
Because the truth is simple: happiness is just a choice we missed,
A door that always waited-but we never knew it exists.
Tell me, where do universes split when we fall asleep?
Maybe all the versions of ourselves are waiting in the deep.
Maybe the colors that we see aren't borrowed from the sky
Maybe they were born the day you first looked in my eyes.
If happiness is simple, why do we make it a war?
Why do we want to be more happy than ever before?
The stars keep whispering the truth I never knew:
Every universe feels brighter when I'm choosing it with you.
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