My love,
I have come to realize that I cannot expect you to jump the stars. You can never ask an astronaut not to return to the earth.
I am never something you look up to the night sky to touch, I am something of an object. You marvel over the way I shine but do not want to become close enough to see my craters. From far away, I am a perfect and something that cause you joy. From close up you find yourself lost in my imperfections and love me less. And you don't have that much left to give.
I am something you paint, as you remember me, because I'm gone every day for you to miss me even more, you do not take pictures. You paint a dark night with a silver goddess shining through the blackness.
I am not something you touch.
I am just something you think you can
YOU ARE READING
Inconsistence
Cerita PendekI can't seem to write a cohesive story. so I think this should just be like. partial journals and one shots of random things. yep.
