Fear not; The thought of loveless life.
For even the Moon is kissed by the Sun.

Jumping over cracks
dizzying heights of
curbs and
solid roofs. Window sills
are platforms. doorways.
tunnels
hidden inside the dishwasher,
the bedroom's a stage
looking skywards to find
flight paths of cyclists
rushing past blaring bells
playing chicken with trees'.
swimming between the branches to cliff dive
onto faux concrete
arms that.
suffocate.
*so lovingly.

obsession hopping became a bad habit
symptomatic:
collecting / chasing / creating / crying.
but at least
i'll have learnt
how to properly juggle my haphazard heart
burned into muscle memory.