The Answer to the Only Question That Truly Matters

At night, I stumble from my car to the house

Stumbling, tripping, shuffling my feet

I’m not drunk. It’s not dark

I’m starkly sober and it is bright

I’m looking up. Who could look elsewhere?

The source of the brightness in the night

The sea that we swim in

The galaxy opens up and swallows me

I want to be nowhere else

And yet I’m already there

We all are

Spaceship earth, interstellar travel to nowhere in a seemingly endless orbit

Cycling a star that will one day consume us

All of that space, all of that wondrous possibility

My mind aches just thinking of it

I cannot comprehend although I try

Awe and loneliness

Could it really be only us?

I feel cheated and so should you

Our deaths will rob us of the answer

To the only question that truly matters

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Could it really be only us?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is the first thing I've written in a very long time. I can never get my head out of the stars and I am forever trying to articulate the tightness I get in my chest when I feel that I'll never know what's out there. I want to write more, I wrote this very quickly. I just need somewhere to start so hit me with some critique! 

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Astral_Tides's picture

Nice share. I feel your mind

Nice share.

I feel your mind and soul struggling through spasams of wondering while understanding.

Hold tight to those wings which send your essence everywhere but here.

Thumb through my writings, many of them exist for eyes like yours.

And welcome to the ocean of souls that is PP : D


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.

 


 

Canary's picture

:D

Thank you for the welcome! I loved reading your response to this because that's honestly what I feel like I can never get across to others when we're talking about this topic in particular. I really struggle with it, I tie my brain up in absolute knots and I just can't force myself to get it. This is more about those knots in my brain than anything else and I'm really psyched that you saw that.

Astral_Tides's picture

Tis not so much my

Tis not so much my understandings,

but more your eloquent wrighting.

You unravel inner workings through soul language.

I do hope more of these explosions can be released.

Carry on dear soul scriber.


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.