I feel like I’m a lost astronaut
drifting amidst the constellations
that tell of a tragedy we are at the edge of becoming

and there’s something that used to tether me
that anchored my soul from the chaos and silence
and if someone would follow the string to it’s counterpoint

darling, it would land at your heart
because there’s a sun rising below me
and I know that one day it’s light will shine on our hands, intertwined

Words by Abby S.

Photographer: Leonardo Glauso
Model: Cynthia