((Its been ages since I wrote, so deal.))
Tonight I looked at the stars
Those blazing orbs of power and energy so far away, yet right where I can see.
I thought of the many mistakes I've made,
Choices gone wrong,
Opportunities passed,
Then thought of you.
Trent talks about things he cannot have,
Sarah about her Possession,
John about the Ring of Fire,
but none of it matters;
None of it stirs me.
Deep down beneath the bluster and the mask, I wonder if it ever will.
So I tune out the noise blaring in my ears being used to tune out the noise around me,
close my eyes,
and just for a bit,
for that scant half-second,
See the blackness staring back.
That inky blackness deep inside,
the color and texture and vastness of space, and I look back to see Ursa Major wink and me,
then I smile.
I look back down to my feet,
ugly calloused little tan things,
and wonder about the water and how many fish would decide to investigate if I put my feet in
ugly little calloused tan things.
But my little phone tells me its time to head home,
And that nobody's coming,
I'm sad, but such is life I guess;
moments of sadness punctuated by moments of odd joviality.
With a little pain thrown in for color and flavor.
Driving home I notice the stars again.
Surrounded by the inky void of darkness and airless space, they continue on their path,
As must I.
For as a body in motion tends to stay in motion,
At least I read that somewhere.
Tonight I looked at the stars
Those blazing orbs of power and energy so far away, yet right where I can see.
I thought of the many mistakes I've made,
Choices gone wrong,
Opportunities passed,
Then thought of you.
Trent talks about things he cannot have,
Sarah about her Possession,
John about the Ring of Fire,
but none of it matters;
None of it stirs me.
Deep down beneath the bluster and the mask, I wonder if it ever will.
So I tune out the noise blaring in my ears being used to tune out the noise around me,
close my eyes,
and just for a bit,
for that scant half-second,
See the blackness staring back.
That inky blackness deep inside,
the color and texture and vastness of space, and I look back to see Ursa Major wink and me,
then I smile.
I look back down to my feet,
ugly calloused little tan things,
and wonder about the water and how many fish would decide to investigate if I put my feet in
ugly little calloused tan things.
But my little phone tells me its time to head home,
And that nobody's coming,
I'm sad, but such is life I guess;
moments of sadness punctuated by moments of odd joviality.
With a little pain thrown in for color and flavor.
Driving home I notice the stars again.
Surrounded by the inky void of darkness and airless space, they continue on their path,
As must I.
For as a body in motion tends to stay in motion,
At least I read that somewhere.
toxic:
very beautiful, deep, well done!
farquestor:
Thanks alot! I have some others I threw out on Facebook and writing.com, but they've just not made it here yet.