I feel like shes the
only girl I’ve ever known whos
traveled from infinity and back
through her eyes,
breathing a permanent
vacation of inhaling the obvious
beauty that is life upon question,
when people isolate dramatics
like a pause button for what moves
them to stare in complete silence,
star gazer refugee with eyes
that lead constellations in
firework hypnotism,
she bursts and dissipates,
only to reappear ubiquitously
along the fabrics of sky
stitched at the seams of clouds,
and pitch blackness revealing
sky diamonds beyond infinity's
measure,
feeling like warm grass softly
brushing against the blades of time,
as she lays looking up to the centrifuge
of tangible ufos and occasional
falling stars crossing paths,
fate slowly drawing itself along
her eyes,
immortalized by her
appreciation for the obvious
beauty that is life upon answer.
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