The moon followed me home. the moon came in through my window. Thank you moon, for following me, faithfully. the walls were looming mountains my bed was a bright hollow. I lay in the cave carved by all the hopes I'd ever known. all that i was feeling stretched across the ceiling like a starry dome.
with fragile elation i mapped the constellations i thought i had seen. i felt located, or fuck, even fated but lucky to believe that i could trust this stuff enough to slough off all the shit i didn't need: