The danger is mistaking gravity for destiny
When love is each others last gravity. A chaotic, beautiful, punishing gravity. And I never want to escape it really – souls that parted but somehow are still connected through their cosmic footsteps and footprints they left in one another’s lives – what happens to them? What happens to them is not clean. They part in the physical sense. Rooms empty. Messages stop. Routines collapse. The body…













