I wondered at what point in space the silly, sham blue of the sky turned black.
If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for.
The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.
I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything.