do you remember
the night we drove
out into the inked darkness
until the hum of the city
evaporated into contrails streaked above us
like some pollock canvas
that night i looked up at the sky
and its infinite display and i said
"doesn't it make you feel better
to know you're made of star dust"
and you laughed quietly and replied
"you'd rather be up there, wouldn't you?"
and i think that's when you first knew
i would always be tripping over things
because the ground didn't interest me
in the slightest
~~Author Unknown
| Source: Internet |
~Maria
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