the universe has loved you always, the stars have always been your friends. planets know you, comets adore you, galaxies cherish you
you will always be loved 🌌
a quiet submission of truth, a progression, a procession past orange, not an ounce of this false name, a pretense, holds meaning any longer. andromeda beckoned; i take my leave at my own discretion.
i hope the world will never run out of stories to tell, but i can turn the page.
Tarot reader: *draws the Death card*
Me: "oh no"
Tarot reader: "Don't worry, it doesn't mean literal death"
Tarot reader: *draws the Literal Death card*
Tarot reader: "ah ok that one's bad"
occasionally i think about how im not learning how to speak khmer or hmong,,, like, should i do that? it helps to keep up the language and communication and im hm,,,
the taste of caramel, burnt sugar crooked in the spaces between your teeth. the repertoire of a reprieve, the showcase of chartreuse, sherry downed in one swig, flambé in the pit of my ribcage. the lights flicker, and the empty audience sounds like canned applause.