07/01/2014
here I am,
laying on the ground
with man's best friend
at my side
here I am,
dreaming of far away
planets,
unlike our own
here I am,
feeding off the stars
and the passing satellites
and the wind
and the bats overhead
here I am,
consumed in my own
state of melancholy
that strips away
my memories
and my soul
here I am,
watching the shooting stars
overhead,
and refusing to make
wishes,
for I know they won't
come true
here I am,
silently hoping
that one of those
stars
comes shooting down
towards me
here I am,
with no dreams to
behold,
with no aspirations,
no desires,
but to go back
to an unknown home
here I am,
quietly whispering to
the stars,
"take me
take me
dear, I am ready
to come home"
here I am,
knowing that if
the sun never came up
that next morning,
I would still be okay
here I am,
knowing that if
God himself came down
and put the world
up in flames,
I'd be okay
here I am,
knowing that if
the oceans of
the world
consumed me whole,
I would still be
just fine
here I am,
hoping that the
heavens rain down,
so as I
don't have to face
the world
one more day
here I am,
hoping to
evaporate into the sky,
or sink into the ground,
or be carried away in
the wind
here I am,
dreaming of death,
yet knowing that
when it comes,
I will be okay
© 2014 Scarlet Van Allen
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
07/01/2014
here I am,
laying on the ground
with man's best friend
at my side
here I am,
dreaming of far away
planets,
unlike our own
here I am,
feeding off the stars
and the passing satellites
and the wind
and the bats overhead
here I am,
consumed in my own
state of melancholy
that strips away
my memories
and my soul
here I am,
watching the shooting stars
overhead,
and refusing to make
wishes,
for I know they won't
come true
here I am,
silently hoping
that one of those
stars
comes shooting down
towards me
here I am,
with no dreams to
behold,
with no aspirations,
no desires,
but to go back
to an unknown home
here I am,
quietly whispering to
the stars,
"take me
take me
dear, I am ready
to come home"
here I am,
knowing that if
the sun never came up
that next morning,
I would still be okay
here I am,
knowing that if
God himself came down
and put the world
up in flames,
I'd be okay
here I am,
knowing that if
the oceans of
the world
consumed me whole,
I would still be
just fine
here I am,
hoping that the
heavens rain down,
so as I
don't have to face
the world
one more day
here I am,
hoping to
evaporate into the sky,
or sink into the ground,
or be carried away in
the wind
here I am,
dreaming of death,
yet knowing that
when it comes,
I will be okay
© 2014 Scarlet Van Allen
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