Atlas: Space I

rows of houses, sound asleep. only street lights notice me. i am desperate, if nothing else, in a holding pattern to find myself. i talk in circles, i talk in circles, i watch for signals, for a clue. how to feel different. how to feel new. like scie

The night sky once ruled my imagination. Now I turn the dials with careful calculation. After a while, I thought I'd never find you. I convinced myself that I would never find you, When suddenly I saw you. At first I thought you were a constellation.

with golden string our universe was clothed in light. pulling at the seams, our once barren world now brims with life, that we may fall in love every time we open up our eyes. i guess space, and time, takes violent things, angry things and makes them