Escaping layers of reality as we run down the road drunk and fearful of the future, the town can’t contain us. All those galaxies; those infinite stars that have been silently watching us our entire lives. They’ve been doing it since we were kids, and they’ll keep on gazing until the day finally comes to say farewell. It makes me so sad that I want to throw my arms to the sky and cry. To think of all those days I wasted when time was of the essence. Humans are so fleeting, and yet those stars will keep hanging there for billions upon billions of years until they too turn to dust. We were born of their dead ancestors, and one day we’ll be born again in their children. It’s so beautiful and crushing that there seems no point in anything at all. These daily routines- these lives we carve for ourselves- in the face of such majesty, it feels such a thankless existence, and yet just being here is in itself a miracle. To see the mist leave my mouth as cars go by either side of me as I stumble with no direction in mind. To hear your cries from somewhere behind as I plunge into the river. Floating on my back, it takes me far away from harm, and someday, when you’re ready, I know you’ll be joining me. These flashing lights; these voices that call my name in the dark. I’ve been waiting so long for the day when it all made sense. There were years when it seemed like a dream, but now it’s here, and as I struggle to breathe, the things I see make my heart beat at last.