Laying in the middle of a footbal field,
after rain and last night's fireworks,
completely alone, it seems
the sound of existence resounds against the empty stands.
Looking toward the sky,
something is coming down,
many are coming down,
not fireworks for "patriotism"
but stars, true stars.
A meek smile from the mouth of a mute,
eyes being my communication,
eyes lighting up with the flicker of shining celestical bodies.
Raining again, and this time with sparkles of our big wide universe. Soaked in water and joy. What more could I have asked the heavens for? For some impossible wish?
This was "impossible" and yet here I am coated in a fine glitter permanently lining my pale skin, this shine is forever.
This immortal dust, will keep me young always. A fountain of some silent impact to change worlds still undiscovered. No words needed just actions and optical expressions.
Dancing around for awhile the excess dust and some whole stars dancing around with me, as if I'm kicking up some happy conflict, some beautiful kind of revolution for some stars that felt their place set there, still in the skies was undeserved.
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Submission Name: How Stars Become Familiar
