𝔸𝕝𝕖𝕩𝕒 𝕐𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕒

gemini, the twins, the window thrown open. mirrors and crossroads. a sky full of possibilities because gemini knows there is more than one truth. during gemini season, swallows dart through the sky. the streetlights are reflected in puddles and i meant to look up train schedules and ended up reading about constellations instead. gemini is two conversations at once, notes in the margin, twenty tabs open in the browser, the knicks flying in and out of the paint, making history. the smell of citrus and paper, graduation and the asphalt i hit when i broke my shoulder because i was going too fast, thinking about too much.