Space

Space. It’s not my thing. When I love someone, and feel secure, I blossom. I become so beautiful, and keep expanding it is limitless.

My mom told me she was afraid I’d float off into space when I was growing up. She didn’t realize I was only able to do that because vsge was my anchor.

When my anchor gets cut, I stop growing. It doesn’t feel safe to grow, when I don’t have anything to hold onto.