Galaxies Collide

This is the Milky Way Galaxy. This is where we live. I can't even begin to imagine a sight more incredible than this.

I've never been the type of girl that goes for a ton of glitter, but home is topping the biggest bedazzled divas one hundred million times over--probably more. This is the kind of shimmer that I love, the kind that I want to capture in necklaces and eye shadows and the eyes of pretty boys. This is the sparkle that I am dying to recreate or rediscover in a way that allows me to hold it close to my eyes and closer to my heart.

Every flash of light is a lost love story, a sun or a planet that may lay unexplored. Although value may remain a mystery, each entity is displayed as a fine, pure jewel against the beautiful black velvet canvas.

However far off it is, I'm imagining luxe dinner parties with women in enchanting diamonds and perfectly-hung velveteen dresses. Attire is mostly classy and black, although there is the occasional guest who is so bold to where and earthy green or a deep purple. The diamonds are mostly white, carved, and polished up to perfection by an expensive jeweler with a careful high, though the rare and wild colored jewels pop up in unexpected places. The small, careful blonde in the corner wears a pink diamond in her barrette. Though she wishes to hide behind her silky, cornflower curls, the uncommon gem shines brightly, revealing and complementing her flushed cheeks. The man with the grey diamonds in his watch and the green diamonds in his eyes takes notice.


My heart is a star for you to ignite. I'm ready to be the one that burns for you tonight. So bring me to life just like the stars that shine when galaxies collide. Love is a destination few ever find, but I'm watching our constellations start to combine. Counting down for an impact staring at the sky above, I've had enough of this distance so far from your love.