Orbit

I am a planet. I have swirling, different, beautiful planets around me. I laugh with them and cry with them. Our concentric orbits fit so beautifully sometimes I can't tell who is orbiting who. They are my reasons for living. They are my reasons for sitting here spinning, always trying to defy my own gravity and fly out into the night black universe.

Should I name them all I would be here forever. Some orbit closer than others at times, but they are all there. Those planets that have pulled me with such force, making me different while i am sitting here spinning.

Sometimes we've collided. We've left great craters on each other. Still, only the surface is broken, the terrain marked with past indiscretions. The core remains unscathed and boiling with a need to have them close. Sometimes I am mundane, simple, just a man with a job and a life to survive.

Sometimes I'm a planet.