look upon the stars, the articulate beauty doth stay beside them. of course, the science behind nuclear fission is just another reason to treasure it all. a contraction within my lungs and euphoria slips through, more and more, till its constricting, plucking a ribbon around my neck and pulling, more and more.
who knew it would feel this way to love, to daze upon the sun and think of you, spiralling thoughts with waterfalls of serotonin.
and though i relax, the euphoria slowly leaking, one can only wait for the contraction once more, hoping it never leaves my side. look upon the stars, no, not at the beauty, rather the burning fire and gas. have the bubbling tomorrow's not enticed you?
