we’re just hurtling through space; who knows what’s out there?

brisk wind blows and
settles on my cheek,
it’s oddly dark around
and there’s time to kill
so tipsy
I tilt my head back
and stare at the sky.

a steamy breath of warm air
later,
I start to count the stars:
one here, over there, three
in a row

and I don’t feel so alone
anymore.

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❄︎ chloe ❄︎

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