Stars, Space and Darkness

If I could shoot an arrow to the moon, I’d use it to pull myself far far away from this desecrated earth. Among the darkness of this wide home, I’ll live on the magical dust of spacestuff, and wait for the stars to die so they can fall with tremulous wonder onto my eyelids. I’ll sleep alone, and though I’d be cold, the light of the distant stars can keep me company. I’ll sit and admire the view—I’ll be quiet, I won’t breathe a word. And perhaps one day I shall even hear the echo of an astronomer, or the ghost of a dead sun. I’ll keep all their secrets—I will—and the galaxies won’t help but fall in love with me. And when I die, I will evaporate just as quickly as a candle wisp fades and just as quietly as a whisper. I’ll be eternal, just like my bright friends, whom will look with wistful pain on the darkness and infinity.

-Amanda