Wounds on a Beautiful Night

Dearest Elijah,

Neptune’s tide aligned with Pluto’s moon.Those nights, constellations formed an emblazoned peacock and my fingers found comfort in granulated crystal I dyed a pale pink and blue – I imagined it was stardust.

Was it the daze of the kaleidoscope that I confused with a gaze into a telescope? I cannot tell. All I knew was that dolphins were swimming in a galactic milky way and that my fingers’ wounds were undergoing the tribal healing process of sugar coating (with stardust).

The tap dancing of the rain on sunflower petals, somewhat brought me joy. The sheer connection of the sky’s clouds with the Earth was magical, almost as if they were in love; love that conceived the spring I was surrounded in. Love, that brought forth the scent of hyacinth flowers through the wet air.

Elijah..


My heart is a crater.

Ariela