The Sky Is the Limit


I remember the night I sat in a graveyard of ships
thinking one day the stars will be a myth
and our kids will never have a chance
to glance at the moons lips.

And I realized just how small I was.

Just a blip on a satellite dish
considering myself a lucky man to deliver the solar systems kiss.
The stars will never shine as bright as the do tonight,
so breathe it in.
Feel the universe brush your fingertips.
Grasp at the rips in the sky
and pull yourself up.
Feel zero gravity twist inside your gut until you erupt.

We are insignificant.

Forgetting to acknowledge how beautiful it is just to exist.
We have butterflies inside our palms that the universe can't resist.
Let your eyes become a canopy for the stars.
And let your lips brush their scars.
For death, they'll tell you,

shines brighter if you've been carved.

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