an ode to the loveless, these are for you.

the sun

the rising sun heard my conversation with the moon and became infuriated.

he's been yelling since 7 am, telling me to stop dreaming.

"don't you know you need to be getting a job? taxes? bills? ANYTHING?"

"i don't want to be focusing on that right now." i say back

during my reply the sky turns a pink purple and dark blue hue, it becomes a melting pot of secondary colors and looks like my art palate, colors thrown everywhere creating a disastrous masterpiece.

a sudden quiet hits me, the sun is gone.
the cars are parked, the people in their beds.

the quiet arrived, followed by a slight twinkle that i could sense right above me,
i looked up.
the stars, surrounding me.

small lights to us, when in retrospect they are enormous balls of gas in amidst of other planets, solar systems, and universes.
amidst different versions of our very lives.

they see a lot, they love to dream.

they are only able to be seen and heard at night,
speaking of which, there's a whisper coming from a few above my head and to the east.

i listen closely....