maybe someday I'll give you everything inside of me. maybe someday we'll hold each other and this time - not let go. you inhale the gold dust kept in an urn as you open it to scatter the ashes. like secret stars that aren't allowed to shine. the light has gone out of my life. X
the day of the sun precedes the day of the moon, as if to remind us of the light within that reflects in the dark. and maybe we share that same light? how utterly and cosmically beautiful.