Strings of fate as delicate as silk. The shift shift shifting between night and day day and night. We are so insignificant the universe surrounds us –yet we are still /so/ significant, a universe within us.

What if this was all clockwork? Spirals and spirals and our souls spiral too. We meet. We meet. We spiral away. A dance we think we are in control of but like how I cannot sway the moon I cannot quiet my quivering heart.

Strings of fate as delicate as silk. The shift shift shifting between night and day day and night. We are so insignificant the universe surrounds us –yet we are still /so/ significant, a universe within us.

The light of stars illuminate the void. What illuminates the interstitial space between my flesh and bone? Somehow, I cannot shake that the matter within me shimmers and sparkles.

Strings of fate as delicate as silk. The shift shift shifting between night and day day and night. We are so insignificant the universe surrounds us –yet we are still /so/ significant, a universe within us.

When you look into a telescope and see something, you may be looking at billions of years into the past. When you look into a microscope, it takes 7 years for all the cells in your body to be replaced. Who were we 7 years ago? Who are we now? Who do we become in 7 years?

Strings of fate as delicate as silk. The shift shift shifting between night and day day and night. We are so insignificant the universe surrounds us –yet we are still /so/ significant, a universe within us.