there are universes where we don’t meet.
there are universes where we go to different schools and feel different things and live very different lives.
there are universes where my eyes never know the color of yours and I am drowning in someone else’s blues.
there is a universe where we are purple with the sky and the smoke and the streetlights. there is a universe where your eyes are on me and my eyes are on everything, and the wind picks us both up by the chins and whispers all the things we’re too afraid to say.
there is one where my hands are all you and you are everywhere and I am floating in the pink of your cheeks and your lips and the tips of your fingers and the air smells like rain and grass and the backseat of your mother’s car.
there is one where we kiss and the car doesn’t stop moving.
where we drive in empty blues and faraway stars and the sun hides behind your eyes, because it knows its place.
there is one where the sky sets itself on fire for us.
where we lose ourselves in the dark of each other and still manage to find a way out.
where we tie lifelines to our wrists and pull at them when the heavy catches up to us.
– excerpt from a book I’ll never write