the midnight skies are convoluted .
people look for answers above,
deciding how life might go if a certain star lines up with a dark tree.
they are not a concrete statement about life.
is life always filled with pinholes of white light? are things sometimes positive?
or
are things always dark? no signs of getting better at all, not even an indentation or hint of alacrity?
these questions…
these quests for a better life thanks to the sky are
feeble attempts at a real life…...
the midnight skies are a distortion of people’s questions.
they are the diary of endless
tears, thoughts, and
dreams.
look up into the sky and write poems,
paint a story,
or simply close your eyes.
a sky does not hold your future,
you do.