We were once told that we are the missing part of someone else with an empty heart and a lost soul, taking the absurd, roaming around the world as barely whole.
And as I look at two points, a double vision meeting the one'******, unwaveringly— a north star, perfectly aligned upon the night sky. An anchor to a heart, it is engraved deep in waves, tumultuously enfolding each flesh— a longing as to be found in the wilderness, a pillar as to be run into, safely.
And though my love clung to a myth, bounded to a constellation embodied us and traced in our palms, they will remain a story from the past.
Within the purple walls of my dorm room a quiet heart began to flutter. Perhaps it started when you wrote: "Artemis, happy not valentines day" on the day after fourteenth and made it much more special with an overused brown paper bag and a Chuck Palahniuk.
Now at home, even within the white walls of my own room-- I'm missing you. my quiet heart has just been silenced but you're there in every The Flash episode I watch in every taro drink I get and in every text message I receive hoping for the slightest chance of you being there. Because, after all, you are the Orion I could only ache for from afar.
It's always you, whom I miss It reminds me of the perfect blue on purple sky, I attach him on a beguiling lullaby retracting the memories of the sea where the strings like constellations connect us; You can never be apart from the ocean.
An entire cosmic universe. Asteroids, stars, and galaxies. One in a billion, Still, you're the one to see. Light-years turn to eons, Time will set you free. But you, my dear constellation, Shine for infinity.