I used to dream about living my life in saturn when I was a little kid.
I had multiple plans about how I was going to make saturn my new home. I even dreamed about how I was going to walk on those giant rings while having my princess dress on.
then I grew up, and my heart broke into a million pieces when I found out saturn was all made of gas.
now, you're my saturn. I know you're all made of gas and that I can never make you my home, but I still try for naught.
I keep grasping onto you, but I never get to catch you. I keep forgetting how you're just thin air, and it kills me and my dreams every goddamn time.
