she is beautiful. she likes to sleep
among the stars and breathe in air
that no one has breathed in. she finds
abode in fantasies & mysteries, not
reality. because in reality, she can’t dream.
and all she wants to do is fall asleep in the
clouds and let the galaxy close in on her.
she wants to feel the warmth of the sun,
get so close to the sun but never be burnt.
she wants to hold meteors in her hands.
she doesn’t want to be like everyone else.
she doesn’t want to be told. she wants
to be a story, where each page breathes