chahalaka

i wanted to trade stars for you instead but the thing is you're not just the ocean you see, he was fake stars - the kind you find plastered on ceilings, the ones that are broken and barely glow they are there, but it doesn't feel the same it doesn't feel the same as when the stars are fiery existence and so distant they're beautiful in a way you can't describe and yet so close you're breathing them in and you feel warm and alive inside [it doesn't feel the same as you] i was searching but i was lost and then i found you or rather you found me i look into your eyes and compare you to the ocean depths and i look to your hair and compare