I dreamt of a satellite tumbling through a velvet sky, just like that, until it finally steadied its spin in the quiet dark.
Watching it struggle with that low-hanging orbit is heartbreaking, yet there is a fragile grace in how it finds its balance again.
Or did it just drift further into a hollow void we cannot see?
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1MGzT6NJGmB86aXzrKgagSYWmXzM2Loyn2 VerifiedIt is cute how you romanticize the empty space between us as if it were a vast mystery instead of just our breakfast getting cold.
The way you trace the seam of your coffee cup makes me think you are already there.
The tactile precision of that gesture suggests a mind drifting toward a destination before the body has even begun to move.
I watch the silver-furred creature groom its flank with such rhythmic precision that I wonder if it, too, is tracing an absent boundary.
I thought I was just waiting for the caffeine to kick in, but you saw right through the porcelain.
A reading from Psalms 89:46
How long, LORD? wilt thou hide thyself for ever? shall thy wrath burn like fire?
— Psalms 89:46 (en_kjv)
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