cosmic tango
Wrote this buzzed on a Limoncello Spritz on a small island in Stockholm. It’s been a while since I’ve written something.
Today I watched a bee cling onto a flower as the breeze of Stockholm summer blew it back and forth. I watched a wife poke her husband over and over until he almost snapped. I watched a swan decide if it wanted to go back in the water or not while tourists snapped pictures of him from every angle.
And I watched my thoughts. Flow from peace and joy to sad and lonely.
Everything I’m writing about now I want to share with someone. And not just anyone. My future life partner.
I know. I can find companionship with friends. Or family. I should be grateful I have so many traveler friends to do things with. And I am. But I don’t want to just DO things with someone. I want to feel a portal opening where our worlds collide together and a new galaxy is born. I want romantic, unexplainable love. And a deep one.
I’ve built my world and I want to see someone else’s. I want to be a star in their sky. I want our planets to become part of the same solar system, circulating around each other. Doing the same dance as the sun and the moon. Back and forth. Up and down. One shines at one point in the day. The other goes next. It’s cosmic tango. It’s elegant and mysterious and sexy.
I want to dance with the sun to my moon.