The amount of validation you need
is enough to create a new world.
In that world the hills flow with a black syrup.
Every picture you’ve ever taken of yourself is your planet’s surface.
All the moments in front of mirrors are your clouds,
and the only visitors
are the pets you once had,
watching you through glass.
And on your new planet,
you’ll have to prove eternal love to yourself,
without a boy's eyes,