Space
1 min readSep 19, 2020
I’d often imagine us walking barefoot on the moon but
What if you float away
And I’m left alone, astray?
Waiting for aeons to find my home; waiting forever for someone who smells like space. ~
I’d often imagine us walking barefoot on the moon but
What if you float away
And I’m left alone, astray?
Waiting for aeons to find my home; waiting forever for someone who smells like space. ~
Economics Major. Aspiring Journalist. I write poems, sometimes.