__________, I feel seismic waves when I look in your eyes as you survey the universe. Planets rattled from the vibrance of privilege, the chance to be reflected in the irises of a soul as beautiful as yours.
If the world was mine, I’d give if to you tied and bound, with my crisp red heart nestled tight in it’s clenched jaws. But I am nothing. And I have not.
Though I may have promised it, the world was never mine to give. I was just one of many lone islands, lucky enough to be inhabited by you while adrift on your journey to yourself. But even without me, you can still have it all.
So ________, if you wish, bathe in the moonglow. Dance in the sundrops. Tip toe cross the starlillies and run through the waterfalls of Intergalactica.
And no matter who you become, no matter what continents you grace on your quest of soul searching. Never doubt this, _______. When the next desolate isle promises you the world, know its a lie.
Because the world, it is yours…. For the taking.
Marlee Archer 