If people sat outside and looked at the stars each night, I’ll bet they’d live a lot differently.
Your eyes sometimes look like this and I get lost in them.
Floating aimlessly and “directionlessly”, wish I could stay here, or there
amidst the stars and the nebulae… I should be able to tell you why or how I feel but words freeze where there’s dis-ease and I’m just sick of not being able to tell you, long sigh..
So I stare and get lost, no panic, as you hold me close. I’m nowhere yet everywhere you are. Find me there.