Whoever designed this city built it to complement the setting sun as perfectly as the stars complement the night.
They rarely discovered a star red as a distant crime or a star-fish.
I’m tired of justifying why I love someone. I’m done with the explaining.
She said, ‘People are like stars, but it’s stories that turn us into constellations. If we don’t tell our stories, we burn alone in the dark.
I’m a moon junky. Every time I look at the moon I feel less alone and less afraid. I tell my boys that moonlight is a magic blanket and the stars above are campfires set by friendly aliens.
We shall take a star out of the skies and shall set thousands of worlds on fire…
I just want your voice aimed at me again. I want to absorb the direction of your eyes…
…I can’t grasp the stars, but I love them – in the same way, I love you…
All bodies are radiant but not all radiance is visible: stars radiate visible light; planets and donkeys and couches radiate infrared waves. (If your couch is emitting visible light GET UP IMMEDIATELY!)
When I lie back and close my eyes, this farthest lip of beach right next to the end of the ocean feels like being up close to an enormous breathing being, the bass drum surf thump reverberating through the sand. Living out here with no lights, alone, you would indeed become sensitive to seasons, rhythms, weather, sounds- right up next to the sea, right up under the sky, like lying close to a lover’s skin to hear blood and breath and heartbeat.