constellations

Imagine, if you will:A bright yellow star lit the darkness somewhere in deep space, accompanied by its rather dysfunctional family of nine deceptively ordinary-looking planets. During its enormously long lifetime many beings had named it from the far ends of distant telescopes, including it into numerous star clusters and constellations as they were perceived from their vantage points. Once, or maybe twice, creatures simply looked up into their own skies to name it from their own now long dead and deserted worlds. In more recent times, beings from a world that orbited a different sun far away gave it a name too _ creatures that called themselves Human, who travelled here and settled on one of its inner planets. The planet they chose to make a new home on? They called that Deanna. They called the star Ramalama.

I felt like I was riding into infinity, and soon I forgot I existed as the sky surrounded us in a blanket of stars, constellations the texture of slushies, swirling blue and violet and gold. I was swallowed b the universe, riding on a white horse in a midnight dream...

You haunt my days and dreams.

I wish I could read what she's written there. Instead, I pretend the letters are stars. The words, constellations.

He could pour himself into my little paper cup heart and my emptiness would finally have a meaning.

I wish that love could be broken down the way it breaks me down.

I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young, causing me to bleed out slowly, over things and people and every white surface that I__ ever come across.

That last time you kissed me my heart slid past your teeth down into the center of your chest_ trapping us both in a stainless cage.

I don__ ever want to hurt anyone, but I really wish there was something like a reset button on my life.

I feel like a paper cut just waiting to bleed.

I wish on one of the stars for divine orchestration and save the rest of them for all of the other girls in the world who will feel like I do tonight.

Standing naked on the beach with all of my secrets between my legs, I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself_

I want to understand the strings that are tied between me and certain other people and if they really can stretch through infinite time and space without ever breaking. Are soul mates real, and is my life ever going to make sense?

In the old days, when travelers would get lost, they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.

If I had an .MP3 of your heartbeat_ I might actually get some sleep.

I__ tired of justifying why I love someone. I__ done with the explaining.

It feels like the world is folding up around me, like origami paper, and I__ trapped inside of its breathless center.

But I love you and I want you and I need you. Can__ you see that? This world has nothing to offer me if it doesn__ include you.