Another poem

we are all heaps of atoms that never touch. ironically, the same atoms that separate us today are the same ones that came together in the big bang. who carved the most beautiful mountains in Himalayas. moved the tectonic plates to join two lovers in the Arctic. who drew stars in the sky of Indonesia.
and condensed into this poem. yet insist on leaving us to the eight electrons in the valence layer but strangely attracted.
tragic, no?

"baby,
I had a dream in which we were painfully connected."

(Caitlin Russel Ilustration)