Someday, you will be old enough to read fairytales again. The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe
oh, little star
as though waves washing back from obsidian shores the clouds reveal you i heard their hastening upon the wind. i know what you are, now; and yet, the twirling galaxy in my chest this interstellar gravitas plucks the awe in me like sea stars dusts my dreams with pearls. june 28, 2022. 10:08pm.
The-Bleu-Bivouac 