2002-02-08 - 9:52 AM
StardusT AeRoLIghT, wither away comet
I lay my head back into the ground, facing the stars - feeling the blades of grass tickle my skin. I begin to gaze at the symphony of stars up there, fading in slowly, as the sun starts to die. The sun singes the tops of the trees, each covered in warm mandarins and tangerines, like the blaze of a cigarette. This is a sunset I hope to not soon forget - and a night that'll fall too late.
And it's during these times, when I learn how to tear and cry all over again - when the world is spinning all the ways around, while you're staying quite still. It's during these times, that I lay and whisper to myself in the dark, of fallen dreams and faded hopes. I whisper, "Play me a piano of dreams, and I promise not to forget how to sing". Then I learn how to wipe away the pain and tears all over again. I wonder if comets ever forget where they're headed.
...I will def. finish this one later on today...
