ㅤ 𖧵 ˖ 𝓦e fell in love through screens, through satellites that carried our words across the aching void 💫 night after night, we spoke about hands on bodies and lips on skin. after the silence, i would think of all the girls made of flesh and bone within your arm's reach.
ㅤ 𖧵 ˖ 𝓐s winter gave way to summer. the dust motes dancing in the sunlight blurred into pixels, and i gave my heart to a photograph. i wondered how i could be so afraid of losing somdthing that wasn't mine.
ㅤ 𖧵 ˖ 𝓣hen came the crossed wires. the signal jam. the static that grew between us—its dull, murmuring protest. and i would question if there were others just like me, who had found themselves caught in your orbit. whether i was just another celestial body, sent up from the ground; when the moon—the original satellite—is the only one you see from where you're standing 🫂.
ㅤ 𖧵 ˖ 𝓐s winter gave way to summer. the dust motes dancing in the sunlight blurred into pixels, and i gave my heart to a photograph. i wondered how i could be so afraid of losing somdthing that wasn't mine.
ㅤ 𖧵 ˖ 𝓣hen came the crossed wires. the signal jam. the static that grew between us—its dull, murmuring protest. and i would question if there were others just like me, who had found themselves caught in your orbit. whether i was just another celestial body, sent up from the ground; when the moon—the original satellite—is the only one you see from where you're standing 🫂.