In the summertime I sit near the edge of the highest place on my house.
I feel like I can touch the stars.
I can escape.
In those moments when I feel the breeze and I can breathe and I'm one mistake from falling backwards to my end, I can't help but feel so a l i v e.
In those moments
I am a star.
A burning star with so much life until eventually it ends.
But there's no supernova.
Just a snap back into reality.
Where I can't be with the stars.
Where I can't touch the stars.
