the stars seem far away but you can grasp them if your thirst is great enough leaning out the window s(t)ill pushing into stomach teetering on the brink slowly crumbling but entranced by the twinkling that brings to mind carnal glints in the eyes of those who reach for you
trip
wobble
fall
weight has no significance here and significance has no weight so you’re left to sift through glances and sighs deciphering the meaning that does not exist and gravity pulls you with the same force but you don’t know where the bottom of this chasm lies and you’ve long forgotten about reaching for the stars
