with your hand on the window frame, you looked out at the night sky. & turning your head toward me, you said there was this theory about the universe being ever e x p a n d i n g.
that every planet, star, galaxy & blackhole out there, is relentlessly drifting apart from it all.
as though in their hovering for distance, in their majestic swaying through star clusters, every bit of the universe claimed independence from our shared existence.
that same night our last the hypnotic effect of your beauty & that ranting over the cosmos, must have strangled my senses out. cause what i forgot to tell you or what you didn't seem to know, was that there is a counter-theory; an antithesis on the dynamics of the universe.
scientists suspect that the universe will eventually stop it's expansion to begin its contraction. exactly as the ball vertically thrown to reach the sky, that at a certain height surrenders to gravity & starts its way down.
scientists fear the moment every star & planet & galaxy & blackhole will simultaneously shrink into a single spot in place & time. a sort of big bang in reverse, an outside in.
which is to say: you fled from us, away from me to never look back on what we had. i guess in some shape or form, we mimicked the universe by drifting away from each other; sitting on opposite edges of this galaxy; dodging our own asteroids; breathing distant stardust & riding comets that might never cross paths.
imagine, just imagine that these scientists' fear comes true & everything that's out there begins to compress; will the universe then bring us back to how we were?
a massive clash.
cosmos to cosmos, galaxy to galaxy, planet to planet & lips to lips.
honey, this might be the universe reminding us, how we are destined to collide.
- skin the poet (2017)
what’s keeping you from sleeping?
nothing. i’m just not ready to hit the sack.
why’s that?
you really want to know?
yep.
okay. but i don’t want you to think i’m crazy or leave this bed running, alright?
i wouldn’t do that.
right. okay. hmm. so, 24 years ago, on the eve of my birth, my mom decided to deliver her child in a graveyard. the city’s farthest most forgotten graveyard. she’s an artist, though; a lover of contrasts & a chaser of the dark.
oh
july 21st, lost in the depths of a summer night amid traces of grief, sorrow & dried petals, my mum gave birth to a baby she’d almost immediately hold between her arms. i don’t remember this of course, but i’ve been told she murmured:
‘hey, little one. i need you to think of death as your friend. a mutual. an ally. a confident.’
from that day on - my entire life, basically- i’ve never slept before midnight.
i stay still by the side of my bed, patiently waiting for my oldest friend to come sit by my side.
once he shows up, we tell each other how life treated us that day in our own sides of the realm. we then hold hands & together, we end the life of yet another day.
- @skinthepoet
with a hand on the window frame, you looked out at the night sky. & turning your head toward me, you said there was this theory about the universe being ever e x p a n d i n g.
that every star, planet, galaxy & blackhole currently alive, is endlessly drifting apart from it all.
as though in their hovering for distance, in their majestic swaying through stellar matter, every atom of the universe claimed independence from our shared existence.
that same night our last the spellbinding vibes in your beauty & that rant over the cosmos, walked me into a laberynth of oblivion; cause what i forgot to tell you & what you didn't seem to know, was that there is another theory out there: an antithesis on the dynamics of the universe.
scientists suspect the universe will eventually stop its expansion to begin its c o n t r a c t i o n. exactly as the ball vertically thrown to reach the sky, that at a certain height surrenders to gravity & starts its way down.
scientists fear that every star & planet & galaxy & blackhole will shrink into a single spot in place & time. a sort of big bang in reverse. outside going in.
boom
which is to say: you fled away from me to smash piece by piece the things we had built. i guess in some shape or form we mimicked the universe by drifting away from each other; by sitting on opposite edges of this galaxy; dodging our own asteroids; breathing distant stardust & riding comets that might never cross paths.
imagine, just imagine that these scientists' fear comes true & all we know to exist begins to compress; will the universe then bring us back to where we were?
a massive clash. gallactic friction.
cosmos to cosmos, blackhole to blackhole, planet to planet, & lips to lips.
hey, this might just be the universe reminding us that we are destined to collide.
- @skinthepoet
We want so much, when perhaps we live best in the spaces between loves. That unconscious roving, the heart its own animal.
Tracy K. Smith, A Hunger So Honed (via: skinthepoet)
I try to gain on thoughts Collected
Scramble to top For perspective
A mind is slippery With justification
It’s so easy / to pool / At the bottom
I am trying to learn how to give and foster forgiveness in a body that wants none of it.
Sierra DeMulder, For My Niece Livia, Age 8 (via cactuslungs)
Puerto Vallarta, MX.