oo | Gravity

          I’ve stuck by my principle of never showing fear and never showing the plural in presence as a presentation of sympathy unavailable. Gazing at the stars sharing some box of grease as clogging as you, I didn’t realize it those many moons ago. When I saw you chained in traffic while my eyes were locked on you so seamlessly, I didn’t recognize it last night, either.

All realizations must not have a big bang, for I cannot pinpoint our carbon center. From the plethora of still true fates I promised to you, the publicly sharable is my existence: a galaxy, as you, & our crash course collision.

Now for the common speculation I offer my fears—every last one of them and you.