There are stars out tonight but they aren't nearly as bright as they were the night we laid on cool concrete connecting the dots and creating our own constellations.
I stare at them longingly, waiting for one to fall into my hands so I may swallow it and fill my insides with the glimmering energy I felt with you.
I try to find a shooting star but the city lights won't give me a wish so instead I close my eyes and map out our own night sky, bored with the fading cosmos above me.
Our stars aren't stationary, they sail through the sky like lost ships attempting to find their way to the island that is the moon.
Our stars are gas molecules, fleeting through the fixed space running into each other but not caring enough to stay for awhile.
Our stars take the shape of your calloused hands and I reach for them wanting to get lost in the twisting blue avenues on your wrists.
Our stars fall on top of me, cutting off my oxygen supply and drowning me in the process. I open my mouth to let them in and absorb their sweet taste, overflowing with spirits and making my insides radiate intensity.
Whatever was written in our stars is now written in the freckles on my cheeks, the lines on my face, and the depths of my pupils.
Come closer and star gaze.

....starting slow
sinking feeling in my stomach.
losing air.
midweek and not a lot of gas.
need to start ...need to start the day.

love life, love love
love to breathe.
i need simple things today.

***, food , love, air.