Shimmery Black Holes & Dead Stars

Sometimes I wonder if you’re actually here.

Or if you’re floating between two worlds

not really sure which one is real.

Am I some mirage you stumbled upon
in a drunken state, that you see
but don’t understand how it got there
or whether or not it will disappear in the next moment?

Is the effervescent irridescence ethereal

or do those shiny things we wish on last forever?

Is forever really what it seems, or are those

supposedly logical people relying on an

infinity that doesn’t actually exist?

Sometimes I wonder if you actually see me
or if I’m transparent, like a fog hanging over
a still-sleeping town.

[for stars will rise again. tumblr, ffffound]