Jupiter is enormous, and he’s dense.
He’d totally laugh at being compared to a planet made of gas.
He’s so big his hugs are the comfiest places you could ever be in.
He’s a protector who’ll always be there.
However, he’s not solid. He tries to catch, but things slip through him.
He laughs too much at his own jokes, and I think he’s sad deep inside.
He can’t handle the limits of the world, the certainty of things, the permanence.
Just like my sun, my Jupiter is running from the future.
- Jupiter won’t catch you, and you won’t catch him either.