As if distance and time were a lifeboat
off islands of memories that could be left behind,
to burn and sink into the depths
of the unwritten

Pour me the night sky in a glass
I want to drink the moon
and taste the scattered rings of Jupiter
where all the stardust is strewn

The red spice of Mars,
a drop of rum
like silk across my tongue

all melted over
shaved ice crystals
from Europa,

I’ll sip blue light from Neptune
and the shadows from Mercury,

There’s not a flavor I want to miss
within this cosmic sea

It’s important to be affected by things,
to feel them deep where it can be uncomfortable for them to get in.
It’s important
for the world to touch you.
And it’s no more important for it to make you happy
than it is to make you sad.
Because bearing the burden of blue in your chest
doesn’t mean you will always feel its weight.
Because being buoyed by golden thermals across a summer sky
doesn’t mean you will never again be draped in grey,
and when the red of you has cooled
to the slate dusk of despair,
it is never long before it warms, once more,
to the orange of sunrise

We forget, in these moments,
that moments are all these are.
That we exist in a transitional state,
floating always
between one moment, and the next.
And all of the colors that we move through
that are meant to move through us
only get stuck,
if we never let them in

I don’t want you in my heart and mind,
but in my arms
before my eyes

but you have left this place it seems,
there are no words that I can scream
to make the universe
give you back to me

The world in flames will turn to me and ask, “What have you done?”

And I will reply, matches hung in my hands like lead, “What I thought was right.”

The love you get is not always proportionate to the love you’ve given. Don’t ever let that stop you from giving all the love you can, anyways