the stars, they all have a story.
billions, trillions of floating gas lumps
blemishes dotting the nonspace of space
humans are so attentive when it comes
to loving something that they know nothing about.
how many people have sat alone
with friends or with lovers
staring up at them, pondering
tracing them as if sprinkling salt into a cooking pot
trying to mold stories from dots in the sky?
that's the beautiful thing about stars.
no matter where you are on Earth
they're all the same.
they stay with you as the Earth rotates on its axis,
ever stationary, ever present
always.
even when you can't see them.
i think i'm a bit like a star in that manner.
maybe.
YOU ARE READING
the archives - a poetry portfolio
PoesíaA light buzzing distracts you from whatever you're doing. There is an old, weathered monitor on a table next to you. You could have sworn that it had just *appeared* out of thin air. Out of curiosity, you stare at it for a moment. The screen flicke...
