• amritpatnaik_ 6w

    If there ever comes a day when the sky falls and laminates the earth, i know it is your skin that all the constellations would choose to decorate. With Cassiopeia in the creases of your cheek when you smile and aries at the meniscus of your brows, i'll trace orion down the nape of your neck. And every night i go back to sleep, i know i would be sleeping in an anarchic universe, with shooting stars driven by my touch.
    Nights never did seem so lovestruck.