“When a human dies the Soul moves through the galaxy
trying to describe how the Body breathed, how it cried for its mother,
how a wound would heal given nothing but time.
Do you understand? Nothing in space ever believes.
No ray of light can fathom the speed of terror, the heat of shame,
a belly full of butterflies, the fingertips pulling that first gray hair
and throwing it away.
‘How could we possibly believe in goose bumps,’ the stars say.
‘How could we possibly believe?’”
— Andrea Gibson - Blushing (via allpersistingstars)