on the bathroom floor

Hey you know I was thinking about that meteor shower I dragged you guys to. I mean meteor drip. I'm really happy that we went for it. And I'm not upset or anything anymore. I don't feel cheated or whatever I felt that day/night. I thought about why I wanted so much to see that shower. I just wanted to be reminded that there was something else above all our pettiness and worries. Everything about that night was what I was wanted. Everyone. So maybe we only saw...5 of them flying through the sky. In a surge of un-like-me-ness I thought about people somewhere else watching bombs and fire shooting across the sky just praying for some stillness and silence. I don't know where this thought is supposed to lead.

Maybe that's why people are so fascinated with the sky and outer space. You just can't fathom how there can be no end to it. Like how you can still see the light shining from a dead star, or amazing nebulas and what not. The sky is great.