remember when we spent days in the bookstore reading tales about dinosaurs and astronauts? when we took blurry pictures of us leaning against the wooden shelves? when the only thing that made me sad was that you have never read the stories of the hungry caterpillar? we read to each other, sitting on top of the universe - lost in space, lost in time, lost in the world. i don’t want to be anchored! i don’t want gravity!
so don’t hold me back with insecurities, with cautiousness, with reluctance to express feelings. because i’m floating on. i’m going to trace andromeda’s edges and watch supernovae lightyears away and shower in meteor dust and fall in love with the man on the moon. sans you. sans you, sans you, sans you.