People swam in other’s tear drops and wished upon the sequins of a woman’s dress they thought were stars. The flowing valleys that cut through the mountains and defined landscapes were the grooves of another’s fingerprints. The civilizations were locked inside one another in a balance so fragile impatient finger tapping held the potential to decimate thousands of civilizations. A fallen fingernail, tossed from so high it looked still, was called moon. No one knew the others existed and remained ignorant of how many layers deep the interactions went.
Photo credit: Taylor Marie McCormick