the universe knows no bounds. no language in the world can define what it really is. and yet within it lies infinite possibilities, countless of lives and losses, and unlimited uncertainty. within it lies planets and stars and galaxies and dimensions that have yet to be discovered, have yet to be proved. and it is during these moments that you realize how minuscule you are - that you are but a speck of dust within our vast universe.
i theorize that you were raised in a household where compliments are rare and limited to someone, anyone else but you. so you learn to value and appreciate even the littlest praise regardless on where or who it’s from. but i want to know everything about you. what makes you happy? what keeps you up at night? what kind of meals do you enjoy? do you have any comfort shows or films or songs? how do you cope with stress? you are a multitude of colors in a world where everyone is painted in different saturations of the same hue.
it’s only been 20 days but i think of good mornings and bad mornings made into good nights. cracked lips. tear stained cheeks on white cotton. dimpled laughs. love and forgiveness and choice. unsalted wounds. healed hearts. steady and slow, sacrifice and surrender. safe. with you. as someone who is usually so quiet… what is it about you that makes me want to tell you everything about me?
