The sound of something burning
is always so soothing.
I look above expecting stars
only to be greeted by light pollution.
The most wonderful time of the year.
Creating a bubble of a planted
with inhabitants who couldn’t care less
about the universe they are circling in.
Oblivious. Careless. Ignorant.
When you can’t look up and
see nothing, you think there’s nothing.
“Why should I care if it doesn’t effect me?”
It effects you very much so,
whether you know it or not.
My mind drifts.
I am an outsider.
I get along better with kids
than I do with people my own age.
It’s because I myself am a child.
That’s not changing anytime soon.
We’re all just specks in space
drifting in and out of reality.