i remember the feeling of weightlessness. i wonder if you're up there experiencing it too, suspended into clouds and hanging gardens, veiled in beauty beyond my understanding. there are moments when the weight of my heart knocks everything down in sight. when the lids of my eyes feel so heavy, when the words my mouth can form are not enough, when these keys are the only thing my fingers yearn to touch. i miss you even though you never existed, and my eyes create rivers i wish i could teach you how to swim in, to watch you grow into another piece of the fractions i am built upon.
you would have been sixteen by now. i miss you more than ever in these hours. i wish i would've gotten to say your name or see your eyes, it would have beautiful to watch you bloom.