i dream of joys i don’t know while awake. i dream of what it’s like to live without this constant, cursed ache. i dream of you, holding your hand out to me. i dream i am an ember, or an angel, or a galaxy. i dream i am complete.·so this is the way a universe is made. an implosion, an impossible thing, a blazing brand of heartbreak. the melancholy curling so sweetly into me, a pearl of gleaming aquamarine. the stars taking me apart, then finding their way back to each other again. the old gods sinking their teeth into my heart and smiling when i don’t bleed. it is so liberating to not be afraid of the empty space inside of me. so terrifying to be on the brink of change this irreversibly deep. oh, if you should wish to find me, send a postcard to the sea.·