Alignment of the stars.

*when the stars align- Future. Past. Present - collide inways unexpectated.

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There’s laughter crumpled in the lines of your shirts, tucked in the pocket above your heart. Every time your heart beats, you can feel it. A soft brightness that’s exploded in your pocket. Your heart beats. And something warm flowers open inside your ribs. There’s laughter trapped in the silent corners where colours can’t touch. Like bright, loud summer painted in black and white. Like fire-stars burning cold-blue but still lava-hot, blazing your skin alive. The laughter is stuck in time, squeezed flat in-between paper and crumbled in the corners of your pocket. It’s black and white. It’s not alive. It’s not moving. It’s dead. And yet. And yet. When you press your fingers softly on the pocket above your heart and you can feel your frantic heartbeat—thump thump thumpthump thump—you can feel a strong force engrained in each beat. A something that screams out. It resonates against your finger. It touches/ your finger through the thick material of your shirt and laughter ripples through your skin and bones. Like a whisper of a tornado of bright happiness.

It escapes in a burst of stars. And laughter rattles through your bones, heart and lungs and you are there again. Sixteen-years-old. Heart beating sharp & fast. Eyes wide-open. Your lungs halting at the sound of his laughter.

It escapes in a burst of stars. And laughter rattles through your bones, heart and lungs and you are there again. Sixteen-years-old. Struck still. Colour violently tearing out at every seam. And him: right in the center, eyes crinkled and mouth open in laughter. Your heart stops. Your world stops. And your lungs stumble-desparate-to devour in his laughter and lock it in that space between/ your ribs. In the end You swallow up his soul in a heartbeat into your hands, between your forefinger and thumb, between black&white and crumble it into your pocket.

Fifteen-years later, you can still feel the laughter of his soul rippling across your chest.