the distance of things.

thedustdancestoo:

she felt insignificant, that’s all.
especially at night with the lights off,
or whenever she looked up into space.

238,850.737 miles

that’s the distance to the moon,
she thought, trying to breathe
but unable to move her lungs

because the distance between things
was measured more in feelings
than feet—

and she felt it, deep and encompassing,
inside every part of her,
as if it were swallowing her up.