its 4am
i went out tonight after, possibly, our second to last talk, and i looked at the sky in hopes of seeing the green comet…
i saw it…
it was there…
right where i was told it would be…
but it wasn’t like the pictures…
it wasn’t clear…
it wasn’t dazzling or gleaming…
it wasn’t breath-taking…
it was just nice…
…and mostly it was just there…
…it was more of a let down than anything else…
…it was similar to this.
similar to all this, right now…
though i know the comet is fading out…
i just want, so bad, for it to be the brightest thing in this sky…
and i know that right now it cant be…
…so i know that it never will be…
…and, for now, that’s maybe because the brightest thing in this sky still needs to be the son.
so then i wonder…
if i know that the sun shines infinitely brighter in the day, why do i choose to stay in the sleepy-haze that follows the fanciful seeking of fleeting and fading comets in the night?
