I am in love with the sky
I love how every night we are painted a new picture
Constant artwork, and all I have to do is look up
I like how it takes the light so long to reach me that I am staring at the past
There was so much time between when you and I were born and when we met
The question is how do you explain your life to someone?
And the answer is with difficulty
I am the dark space between the stars
Nothing at first, but zoom in and there are galaxies upon galaxies hidden inside
Every story I tell you is not so you can lay me out in a timeline
They are so you can know who I am and why I have become this way
The memories I share with you are veiled with connotations that I desperately want you to understand
I am not a list of events
I am a feeling
I like the sky because it is meant to be felt
I like the sky because as cliché as it is,
We are sharing it
Looking up at the same story
Told over and over again
In a million different ways.