– when i say i want to travel

wherever the stars are at their brightest, beckoning us to join them in their nightly swim across the infinite oceans where our tired bodies rest, whispering their stories of how the birds once flew so fast to their side they mistook their reflections glow on water as their actual light and drowned in dark uncertainty;

wherever that very glitter cannot be touched but sprinkled all over my hair in the hours between 11 and 3, wherever that is, i want to take you, and show you how mediocrity is merely a concept made by those who are too afraid to fly, and too afraid to venture too far from their foot prints on the moon, and think the galaxies do not welcome us.

when they wave at us
every night..


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