Maybe tonight
we just dissolve into the stars…
leaving gravity behind,
quieting our heads and trading
all our dreams and curiosities
between soul and skin.
I just. get. restless.
and I can’t stay too human
for too long… it’s too heavy.
I need to leave the atmosphere,
or pull your soul aesthetic closer;
close enough to taste moon dust
in the back of my throat.
and whether we actually transcend
or just lose all sense…
I don’t care.
let’s break open and
scatter and spill and spill…
our wild universes
colliding under these stars.
– Butterflies Rising
Photo by Ryan Chong
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