i look at you from a distance and i remember exactly what it used to be like. when your moon eyes and determined lips shuffled through the crowd. with a messy pony tail and a big mens shirt. you didn’t need a label to know where you belong. and i’d always watch you from a distance, wishing i could be the person whose hand you’d pull behind you while shuffling through crowds. the privilege of looking into your moon eyes. you’re a float till the world floats with you kinda girl – you make the dimmest speckle of hope brighten up. and now i look at you sitting next to me – floating, starry eyed.
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Photos by Rachel Lynch