the sky reminds me of you.
clouds drift through space like the thoughts in your head.
both of you have your gray days
with bolts that cause the ground to tremble,
and shouts that ring in the ears of many.
however,
there isn’t a single day i don’t indulge in the beautiful sunset you provide.
all i desire is one evening to render formations out of constellations;
but you are an endless abyss, with darkness emanating through your spirit.
i am an astronaut floating directionless in you.
i am a vagabond traveling from one memory of us to another.

please, throw me an anchor, or something else that can stabilize me in this endless wasteland.