Drop

I want to be an orbital jumper. I want to fall out of the sky towards the big blue earth. I want to see the curve of the world expand and envelope me, like a pair of arms stretched out in embrace like mine.

I want to fall down to earth.

two broken hearts don't beat any less

She's going to look at a hand full of change and wonder if it's worth while. He's going to smell perfume and vomit and remember nostalgia. They're going to eat leftovers and begin to ripen excessively.

I'm going to look at the moon while crossing the street and think about seeing stars.

I can take a picture to make it last longer, but the moment is gone when I spent it pressing the button.