Creatures of a Shared Universe

You move like silk laced in the petals of your own solitude;

Delicate flower, colored with beauty, wilted to imperfection.

Hush child of the Earth. The dirt underneath your brittle nails, the grooves that dance upon the palms of your hand, the stains that paint your wounded heart, are stories to be cherished, stories to be shared.

Link by link, offer me your chains, and I will offer you my ears.

The ink that bleeds throughout the ocean of your veins scribes a history worthy of more than just curiosity’s humble intent.

To not be ok is ok.

The sky can be as black as tar, your apathy as hollow as caves, but there’s a universe out There that keeps expanding and contracting.

Explosive as a bang, quiet as a whimper.

It inhales and exhales with you, deep as the breaths rooted in your gut.

You are not alone, but secluded in peace with the great company of the stars, the soft whispers of the wind, and the other paired eyes that also glance upon the night.
I am here with you.