Sometimes we are a flood of soft starlight and sweet sadness

so many seeming things we are

very slowly becoming one person instead of many

You are only days away from the stars

I got married last week My mother suggested for our dance Rod Stewart's Forever Young and here we are in tears of course 🙏🔮

In a past life I created an obscure Twitter list called "aesthetics" and I have no idea how you get on that list but it sends me into a dizzying poetic dream Where I finally remember that writing is a superpower that exists only because you do too So I'm glad I made it 🙏🔮

Nearly impossible to see the sky from this distance

Hello dear Poetry Twitter I'm still here & I've missed you I started taking photos and stopped making words That was a mistake It took me years, but I finally realized they can live in the same place probably if you'll still be here Most of all: thanks for being beautiful 🙏🔮

Driving through the rain and replaying the saddest parts of the song

Realizing you have collected so many memories

Some people can sing solemn songs, others can get lost patiently in the fog

Gravity will slowly force us to crash peacefully into one another

Step into the arena of conflicting orbits

Slowly deconstructing like the stars & we should do this more often

A swirling mass of stars exploding

Ghosts on our shores

In this dream we're looking at the same moon

Some days we too are cloudless skies

Moments in which we collectively drift with the rhythm of a slowly shared breath

Beautiful dense places for which there exist no maps