Stardust Echo

Tune in, turn it loud. Echos scream through every empty room. Silence. The broken things we've become. A feeling like looking into space, starry landscapes & realizing. Everything is burning, & only a memory. Love like Deja Vu. Lucid. Turn it down, Before the neighbors turn us in, again. Sunrise arrives with thoughts of when your body was brushed, through rigid blinds & black fucked up curtains, stained from strife & stardust. All the nights we fell into each other until the constellations could find their way back to us.