[#2 in poetry! 01/20/2020]
❝i saw the deep orange glow of a meteor flying into the unknown.❞
a poetry collection written in the perspective of a sweet, two-inch-tall astronaut who wants nothing more than to tell you about the wonders of space, and t...
one day i was taking a stroll on the moon when i found a glass bottle half-buried in the moondust.
there was a yellowing paper inside covered in rushed writing that seemed to go on and on; i suppose it must have been written by a homesick adventurer.
this is what it said:
sometimes i miss the smallest things in life:
the sound of ice cracking when you step on it the rustle of trees in the wind how clouds glow when they cover the moon
the bark of dogs in the middle of the night the bubbling of coffee in the morning the calm hum of a car during midnight drives the orange light of sunsets when all the streetlights turn on in sync i just miss the little things.
i didn't know what most of it meant, but they must have written from the heart, letting all the things that meant the most to them pour out on paper.
so, i decided to add to their note in case anyone finds it in the future. here's what i wrote:
up here, there are different kinds of beauty:
the glow of meteors flying by the scrape of moondust under my boots the steady flickering and dimming of stars the eerie silence and stillness the beating of my heart in my ears the steady breath escaping my lips.
— sometimes you must find beauty in yourself, dear adventurer.
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