I think about stars a lot; their light, their glimmer.
When I’m alone though, I consider the distance too much. Make myself dizzy. Cannot keep my face turned up for too long before my head swims. I think about the planets, the nebulas, and all that space — the weight of it crushes me with anxiety.
But then you come home and hold me. When I press my face into your shoulder I can smell the wind on your hair, and there is nothing else. You obliterate whole words like: Hypernova, galaxy, and lonely. You kiss my face, my neck, my hands– leave nothing but the light and the glimmer.
Leave nothing but the beautiful.