me and my star

slipping through the darkness of a country road, filled to the brim with four of the loudest souls all heaving in disarray to the motionless night. my allies, my confidants, each of us screaming odes to brilliant foreverness into the winter night sky. and amid the confusion of blissful chaotic reverie, the beam. the flashing death of an article of an ion of brilliant fire, fading in burn-out supernatural against the black. the sparkler dim crackle tail dying in a blaze of evanescent glory. chemical. through kerouac clouds of haunted wisps. i wished, silently. selfishly. inner satisfied and no external reportation. and granted. in the words of "i miss you." my wish came true in you. in knowing that i am, in the least, on your mind. you got your dream, i got my wish. and i'm still thinking of you. and i still can't stop. so if this time you wish, then i will be the one to dream. i hope i see your face. i miss you.

i meant it when i said it was the best thing that happened since i got there. i mean now when i say it's the best night's sleep i ever got. and you think it's easy to read but it's not. my head is swimming. and i'm so confused, all i know is i like it. i like it. i like you.