(tell me about the city, a miniature cosmos, supernovae in reverse, the ghostly lull of city breathing still echoes in my room at night)
darling it’s star-soaked dreams, it’s people with fireflies caught in their eyes walking faster than the speed of light, it’s the hope and the magic so visceral you can feel it drifting in the air
(tell me about the wildflowers that grow on the borders of the yard, i think about them sometimes when i fall asleep - you know the type, the sort you used to braid into my hair as we sang lullabies even though we didn’t know all the words)
they’re the color of love that smolders out into cold, of all the places you’ve never been, of all the wishes you’ve never made on shooting stars, the color of aching and wanting and yearning
(tell me about the sky, i don’t mean the patch of cerulean framed by the gaping mouth of my window, i mean what does it taste like, i mean when you weave your whispered secrets into the strands of the clouds, what does it whisper back)
it’s sweeter than cotton candy, lighter too, cool and gentler than a kiss, it listens and it’s my best friend and when i walk into its embrace i know i’m home
(tell me about everything, the memories i keep like moths in a jar under my bed are losing their color, tell me what it’s like to live without agoraphobia)
darling, darling, the world is so beautiful, every day it reteaches me how to breathe.