The sun went down, under the horizon to not be seen again for hours to come.
And as it left, it painted the sky in a smooth, soft but strong blue.
Here in the city, this scene left only one bright, shining star in the sky.
One lonely star, friendless, single, yet somfortable.
For he had no desire to move, to explode into the blues and yellows of fire and anger,
the lone star stood like a solid stone in the grass, filled with the content of comfort.
Gazing from the busy life bellow,
this scene was of much contrast to the gazer.
Lying awake in bed, contemplating rest and awareness,
an uneasiness burdens this weary soul silently.
Not exactly sure what it maybe, but knowing that it’s that one content star
Happy with it’s frozen space in time,
it’s proposterous and unnecassary exsistence in this gazers life
Was to blame.
So bright, close enough to see despite all the light polution,
yet, never close enough to even THINK of touching.
Lying awake in bed paralyzed with disconent,
in pitch darkness, feeling the mind, the soul, the spirit,
all exit out of this unknowingly open eye.
Saying it’s fairwells to this motionless body,
it floats in ribbons of yellow, pink, and baby blue,
leaving nothing but a hollow shell of what once was.
The body, frozen like a neanderthaw, remains with an arm outstretched.
Stuck in time, with no glory of movement to justify its lack of beauty,
mouth half opened, eyes in despair, clothing in disarray
looking as if it’s purpose is lost.
Hoping that it’s mind, soul, and spirit will just come back,
asking for it to helplessly reenter into this now lifeless and hopeless body
after its long venture.
“I’m sincerly sorry” shouts the shell.
“I apologize for asking you to grasp that dream, that I could never. Come back, please”
And soon, the sun came back up from the other side of the horizon.
The body was now at an inexplicable peace that follows death.
Finally content with imobility, at peace with inibilty to progress.
And as the day passed, and the sun made its way all the way back around,
as it was settling,
the ribbons of yellow, pink, and baby blue came rushing back to earth,
with yellows of the sun, pinks of the unknown gallaxies, and blues of uranus,
with a revitalized glow like none other.
The ribbons rentered the lifeless body, the body rose with a force,
a force of energy allowing it to remarkably levatate above the death bed
mouth shot open with esctasy, eyes peeled back like a small child
Leaving the taste of slight success on the tongue,
just enough to quiench the impending thirst
and the eyes were left with an out of this world glaze.
Left to pay the price of expiriencing life,
This body can never die again,
because you can’t remove the stars in the eyes of an answer.
