[of dreams and galaxies]

[𝓀𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝓇𝒶𝒽𝒶 𝓀𝒶𝓇𝑜]

𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾 𝒥𝒶𝓃 𝓀𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝓇𝒶𝒽𝒶 𝓀𝒶𝓇𝑜
but we are trying, aren't we all teaching my lips to smile is like telling a poet to stop writing poetry
Blood drips from the words we etched into our hearts last winter, this winter we say
              𝓀𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝓇𝒶𝒽𝒶 𝓀𝒶𝓇𝑜
as if the absence of happiness is a bad thing
as if the sadness haven't been a good companion as if our hearts have ever listened to that whisper of 𝓀𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝓇𝒶𝒽𝒶 𝓀𝒶𝓇𝑜 even when the crippling sorrow comes through the chilly winds of December, so we close our windows and keep our sadness within us we make a warm cup of tea and talk over the wind about how the happiness was there last night but it got bored so here we are again together just so we are not alone as per say
in our homes happiness always leave early, it comes in the softest murmurs of skin to skin, of warm sweaters too worn out to be alive
but sadness stays like the words too weak to be in the poems so they stay alive in my head forever, safe in a corner, ready for use when every other strong word leave, so I say to my heart again and again 𝓀𝒽𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝓇𝒶𝒽𝒶 𝓀𝒶𝓇𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾 𝒥𝒶𝓃 and it comes back with the weakest whisper of how the sadness keeps it warm now, spread its warmth like no other happiness could ever so how can my heart ever ask it to leave, instead I hold your hand / my heart, spread its warmth around amidst the chilly December wind
a silent whisper of love promise and warmth all together saying we will saying we are happy just not in a way that's ordinary just not in a way that reminds you what happiness is just in a way that gives comfort to the sadness and make it the happiest thing in our heart