disynthetic

Tonight I was going to bed. But before that I got distracted. I was outside having some alone time. Penance. Just standing outside looking at the stars and appreciating how inviting they seem. I got to thinking, as I am wont to. I wondered. Is it so unbelievable that someone else was doing the same thing that I was, on any one of those distant, tiny lights in the sky? To them, I would be nothing more than a tiny light in their sky. That's believable to me. I feel like a tiny light sometimes. I can see how that would work.

To have the imagination it takes to transfer your awareness to a completely alien perspective... for a moment I get some perspective about what I look likefoolish and stuck in a state of blind reverie. What if such enterprises were not for nothing. Would it be foolish to feel like you were a part of another reality? As opposed to just another fantasy of your own imagination? It feels like someone elses' deja vu and I'm just borrowing it because I was feeling the same thing they did, or I just couldn't quite seem to find my own. Then again maybe none of that was real. Maybe I just dreamed it all.

But damn, the stars looked so bright last night. That part I know. The rest... is an approximation.