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Possibility's sweet aroma continued to interrupt any hope of sleep I had at an earlier hour this evening.
Maybe the stars are aligning, though all around me, the one's that others have wished upon are spinning out of orbit. Maybe I, too, will crash and burn, leaving a blazing tail as the only sign that I was once in this place, and am now far, far from it, emotionally speaking. I suppose what matters, and that could be argued either way, is whether or not you are above or below that tail, that trail of light and dirt and dust and energy. Because you're still always ahead of it, yourself.
Sleep, take 2.
Maybe the stars are aligning, though all around me, the one's that others have wished upon are spinning out of orbit. Maybe I, too, will crash and burn, leaving a blazing tail as the only sign that I was once in this place, and am now far, far from it, emotionally speaking. I suppose what matters, and that could be argued either way, is whether or not you are above or below that tail, that trail of light and dirt and dust and energy. Because you're still always ahead of it, yourself.
Sleep, take 2.