My people are creation.
By Kamari Bright
We laugh and combust
to the farthest corners of the galaxy
or the room.
Our bodies- atoms,
mattering to one another
until something new is formed at the core.
Until the story of the universe
is retold through the movements
of our joy.
Until every star twinkles in the smile
of our darkest skies.
Photography By Kamari Bright from the Royaltee Photo Series