Pluto does not give a fuck what you call it. It was out there spinning and being its own kind of beautiful before anyone ever knew it existed. Pluto does it’s own thing, does not ask permission, and still has the biggest heart in the solar system. You cannot control Pluto.

won’t you be my sky tonight?

I see the sun rise in her eyes

some people touch you and you do not know why but why does not matter only the touch does

you are the moment I smile

I feel you in the pit of my stomach

our hearts feel the inexorable pull towards one another with our desire to touch tomorrow dripping from our lips like a stream of silence pouring into the darkness

I want to tell you everything

we were meant to be

Stroke my heart with your silence

I want to close my eyes and memorize your face with my fingertips I want to know the lush landscape of your body with the soft touch of my hands and lips

grief knows when I sleep

I am aging but my heart is getting younger.

you are forever

I am never without you

A perfect poem about the joys of NOT writing by Ha Jin:

I need some space from myself