Curate, connect, and discover
and even though the stains from the bright and artificial ice-creams we had are long gone from my clothes and my tongue, I still try to remember what it tasted like, how it was like between us back then when there was still so much to discover. yesterday, I bought the same popsicles we had, as if I could truly ever go back, and I swear something I have known, has never tasted so alien.
I saw a shooting star back then, and wished on it. I wouldn't tell anyone for then it wouldn't come true.
I saw a shooting star today and wished that in some parallel universe I still wished on stars and didn't tell anyone what I wished for.
take me back to when I wished on eyelashes, full of childish hope, when I used to ask for toys for christmas.
I find an eyelash now, and wish for everything to turn out okay. I don't believe anymore, but wishing on eyelashes just fills me with longing for what was and what never will be.