I want to love you
as gold must surely love electrons
coursing through
its trembling, empty space,
as stardust must love
the atmosphere
which burns it to nothing,
as water must love the desert
that swallows it whole.
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About Catastrophe Jones
Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
Lovely piece of writing. A feeling of falling I did feel.
Thank you – glad you enjoyed.
🙂 You are most welcome