Literature
Shooting Stars
Touch me, surrender in to gravity, to the unknown.
Hush me, no need to speak, float backwards to the sun.
Try me, enduring things that can't be undone,
you'll find me on the bottom.
Crash sincerely, no under-handed fate.
Push in. Tremble. Anticipating he who could not be bothered.
Looking in, rendered in flavours of the month.
Float backwards until undone,
you'll find it's hard to blossom.