Do You Ever Think

do you ever think

ever wonder

ever wish

ever dream

that the stars

galaxies

planets

worlds

stare out into the universe

with the same awed wonder

that is found in our eyes

our hearts

our souls

whenever we stop

for long enough to appreciate

what it is

to exist

in the same reality

same universe

same existence

as entities so beautiful?

~ From Contemplations

“I think I’ve waited and rewritten enough, because it will never be perfect, and realness matters more. To be imperfect is to be real, for perfection is nothing less than unattainable.”

~ Epilogue

“What a wonder it would be, if humans could have music beamed directly to our souls. Perhaps then I could always feel as if I am being floated away by the high cry of the violin, or the gentle chords of the piano, or soothing voices as high as the sky or low as caverns under miles of stone, or the voices that are anywhere in between.”

~ Thoughts of an Insomniac Running Out of Time   

“Have you ever wondered if the only reason we do not fly when we fall off bridges or leap off buildings is because we simply do not believe ourselves capable of soaring off into the clouds?”

~ Thoughts of an Insomniac Running Out of Time

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“If you are a sunset, my love, then I am the silent, cloud- blanketed night that comes after. Darkness always chases after light, but neither light nor dark are inherently good or evil, despite the stigma. Nights are for the insomniacs and the dreamers and the broken and the lost. We find comfort in silence and the company of few. Night is full of galaxies and stars and longing. How can it ever be considered evil?”

~ On Poets and Writers and Painters and Love

stars.

we are forever surrounded by spiraling stars.

we float alone on lakes of inky blackness,

overarching skies dark.

But everywhere-

stars.

they drift like fireflies,

spreading in every direction,

tiny pinpricks of light in the dark.

all is quiet.

peaceful.

calm.

the serenity you would only think to find in Death.

there are no voices here.

no hissing, no anguish, no pain, no regret.

only the solace of the stars.

~ Echoes