nikobear

i. i'd like to transmit to you a satellite signal and warn you that you're in orbit of the world that mistook you for another, home, where your wings were folded into scrapped paper, later overflowing with ink me, the one who you let drown in tears, for my sake ii. but dear, they're setting the sky on fire again and the satellites are as far from earth as you and i iii. i'd like to warn you that the stars don't circle the planets anymore, and your wings are smothered in soot but the world doesn't know your name you're lost among the constellations, one in too many iv. you're in danger of crashing into another fly to me, the rain h