fate of stars

Oakland CA

Description

would anything have changed if i told you? would three words be able to reach into the denim night sky and rearrange your stars? am i right to blame myself for your fate? was i your fate? were you mine? is there any use asking this? your stars have been placed like buttons on a coat, sewn in to stay. there’s no seam rippers for the cosmos. i miss you. rest easy.