lank tangles

 

The stars are bright tonight..

-- Stars, the Cranberries

 

 

i got home thursday, and i've been trying to fatten myself up since, with some success. everyday, all i do is eat, sleep, watch tv and listen to the radio, in random order. i feel like an alien in the town i spent half my entire childhood in, so i rarely ever go out of the house in broad daylight. besides, it's very dusty out..

 

but all of these aren't important. they all serve to pass the time as i wait for five o'clock. from that time until dinnertime at 7, i would sit on the little makeshift bench in our backyard and wait for the sky to burst in its seams. when it does, a multitude of twinkly sparkles show themselves high above, in all colors and sizes. like a space pirate's loot bag, torn by the treasure's weight.

 

i've asked my old-but-not-so-old-looking man why the sky is a lot brighter from our backyard than from the field in UPLB. from my yard, you can confidently say that Earth is on the edge of the Milky Way - you can see the rest of the galaxy beyond. you can spy venus and mars playing come-get-me and if you look long and hard enough, you'd catch an occasional falling star.

 

the night sky from that bench in my backyard makes me nostalgic. when will it ever be that bright everywhere? can everyone see what i can? what can i do to get rid of all the world's technology so i can bring out the sky's full grandeur? scrap that last question.

 

 

Stars looking at our planet / Watching entropy and pain / And maybe startin' to wonder / How the chaos in our lives could pass as sane..

--Stars, Switchfoot