(no subject)
I must ask you to be patient,
there are cracks running through my bones,
and my throat often seizes up when I try to speak.
Sometimes I will be distant and avoid,
meeting your eye,
sometimes I disappear for days.
But if you wait long enough,
you’ll be able to catch the
stardust that pours out from between my fingers
because really I am infinite
and there are a myriad of universes within me,
It’s just that nobody’s taken the time to dust me off before.