the universe welcomes you home -
with its
arms stretched wide with
constellations;
it calls your name to form
art with you.

"ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴏғ ᴊᴀᴘᴀɴᴇsᴇ ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ. ɪ'ᴅ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏᴇᴍs ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ғᴜʟʟ."

so i hope that when i look away,
know it's not of indifference.
it's not that i can't see you,
but it's because -

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ
ᴀʟʟ
ɪ
sᴇᴇ.

and just like an unworthy mortal
looking at gods...
they can't help but look away
from beauty.