I start up towards the darkening heavens,
Towards the billions of stars visible in the night sky,
and wonder, ever so curiously wonder,
when things will be able to be thought of normal again.
When did things really go awry; all these months ago?
I cant make the results appear, but all I can do is wish upon the a star.
Still i look upon the stars, almost blankly while I ponder all of this:
all by myself in this lonely mountain range,
the only thing visible besides the star, that I pay attention to is the dim light from my cigarette.
It continues to burn like time continues to waste away in the world, second by second.
I still look ever so silently up towards what I call infinity.
In the vain attempt at sorting out my mind,
I only pose more questions for me to mull over in the dark under the stars.
it seems like there never was a time where I could call things normal: all i can do is helplessly remember two things: from whence all of this started, and all of the memories from the days of yore.
I still feel the embraces i received precious
I still feel soft lip against my own:
I still feel the heart beating against my chest:
I still taste the tears of my cheeks.
Tim still continues to carry on, and the sun starts to rise.
I open my eyes:
Its still at the dawn of midnight.
I light another cigarette, and watch the heavens intently. all of that seems so long ago;
once upon a twilight dream.
