I'm not coming home

jamesdean

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Sitting here like a catarpillar, watching waves of wind pass over my chest. my head rests up on this rock. feet hang off the dock that is a world of real. the northern lights are painted teal. the clouds are tinged with a purple hue, stars slowly twinkle, my mind slowly fades. a shooting star has caught my gaze. i lay awake with mind at stake, if i fall asleep i may never wake. the light it fades, a grand parade, in the milky way, settles up on my palm. holding a galaxy in my hand. my fingers stir the stars. in my eye lays planet mars. my hands hold all of life when life is nothing it is a toy. i spin the stars up on my fingertips and lay my head down on the moon eclipse. the gentle ring of grouse's wing lul's me to sleep. i weep stars that spin up on the waters surface the wind carries my thoughts high into space and drops them in any given place. my thoughts are all over the universe and the universe is on my mind. wind and time have no effect. to summer stars i am a speck. it makes me want to float away and come back another day. a day when i can freely come and go through space as i please. the chilling tease of the stars upon my fingertips just out of grip, it's so unfair that im not out there. but another summer night will call. it will have to do. but no other night will mean as much to me. As you. By: Jamie Everhart