The Vortex

I asked for a shooting star. It was a passing thought, fleeting and light.

And you gave it to me.

The synchronicities. The coincidences. They’re really requests that are granted.

It’s how you talk to me. Joke with me. Show me you’re there.

The attraction of my desires. I start small because I believe small. But we’re all growing, we’re changing, we’re speeding up.

But dream big princess, the world is fucking yours.