we talk, and there is a sense of returning. with you there is always a sense that we have spoken these words before and will speak them again. the stars aligning once again. the gods spinning us round, moving like an otherworldly dance through the cosmos of our words. you are my past, darling, and you will be my future.
fall back into orbit with every word, every paragraph will send us spinning on our axis, trying to keep up with the wild stars. talking to you feels like the sun and the moon falling back into an eclipse again.