An actual match. Not forced. Not altered. A match. Pure. Innocent. Unyielding.
Here we are dancing like stars, creating shapes like planets and opportunities like meteors. We are creators. Artists. Hopefuls.
The days pass and we are aligned in that it feels like years. Decades. Memories. Yesterday was a year ago. Yet only the hours remind us. We are happy. We are young.
Moments tell us we have an eternity left. These year-days. I have no more reasons to count.
I’ve found my stationary euphoria. Marked it. Captured it. Watching it grow, eyes wide and heart full.
There’s a speck on my eye. I can only see it when I look away. Away from it. Away from direct light.
I know it’s there. Hindering. Distracting. I know it’s there. Reminding me, small things matter. Small things are large things. Small things.
The night sky, I see it. Only when I look away. The galaxies. The planets. The distanced anomalies to my own one-in-a-million existence.
Key yet so insignificant. Key yet so insurmountable.
What’s trapped in my vision can be so symbolic. Symbolic to what’s to come. Symbolic to what I have to move away from.
It’s all left up to interpretation. Even still, it’s messages hold value. However I translate.
Speck in my eye. Horoscope. Distanced galaxies. Fortune.