It would be nice to share these evening star gazes with someone
I’ll wish on that shooting star
It’s amazing how casually something can be on fire and reaching its doom
Some billion year journey ended
There is a dog howling in the night
Someone to sit in this darkness with me
Look up and ponder
Pointing out little machines
Being disappointed when they’re planes
Coming into this place I know
Where I am
That no one knows but me
Would they see my soul blazing out into space?
Watching as the night vision fades in
And the stars multiply
When the night sky is the only thing that matters
And we wonder why we cared so much about everything else
It’s all pointless
We’re spinning around on a fancy rock in space
How could it really matter?
Why are we not frolicking in this garden?
Why do we work so hard to sustain meaningless things?
Why do we flock to humans who have more than us and fawn?
We could all have nothing in a second
Everything we worked so hard to build crumbling around us
Metaphorically or literally
Living these lives chasing after something humans made up
Instead of connection with eachother
Did that shooting star hear my wish?
So they ever?
Something making noises in the night
An owl?
Yes
I should go say goodnight to my planet
There is a second owl
Owl talk
If my body would let me I’d stay out here for hours
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