To the girl who is suffering from a
gravitational collapse,
In the depths of an August summer,
when you are unnecessarily sad,
remember that there is hope
assimilating and fixating itself
into the crevices of your stardust eyes.
I wish I could take all
the things into your fingers so
you could touch the Galaxy
that resides in you.
You believe that when we love,
we are in love with part of ourselves;
for we are made from the same
star particles dancing across
the universe until they separate
only to find each other again.
