And I imagine my cat laying on the bed beside me as it tries desperately to comfort me, I imagine my cat will still comfort me (And I hope that so soon the moon’s stars will glisten and not shatter in my face, I hope the stars will shine forever.)
Swan Queen's little sister in-law/caretaker since 2022
And then I imagine the stars behind me as they chase me like wild dogs too frightened to show fear in their frothing gaze, and then I imagine those mad dogs still chase me (I hope one day they’ll leave me alone to float through a stardust nebula and think the world over, I really hope that they leave me alone.)
Swan Queen's little sister in-law/caretaker since 2022
I imagine old ladies prattle to me about a future in the constellations that won’t fall apart like a bleeding heart I can’t cure, I imagine that there’s a future for a broken heart (And I hope that maybe one day you will right my zodiacal hatred and bless my soul, and I hope maybe you’ll help my angry soul)
Swan Queen's little sister in-law/caretaker since 2022
'This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. 'I never could get the hang of Thursdays.' — Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
