Strange
That was dramatic
Last night we were certain the world was collapsing
That we were tumbling through a terrible but glittery kaleidoscope
Angels hopping from rooftop to rooftop
Devils and ghosts curled inside motel beehives
Sleeping in hot, feverish honey
Everyone declaring eternal love
People making promises that they could never possibly keep
Not even until the morning
Eternal despair
And now look, mourning
I dust myself off
I step into the light and I let the sun warm the places that were cold all night
The bats have turned back into pigeons
Conducting their usual business
I can hear the machines coughing themselves to life to make their awful coffee
The delivery man is still late, I can tell because Rosh is yelling
The universe it seems, has survived us
The funny thing about you and it's spectacular reactions
Is that you believed every feeling arrives dressed as the final one
That every heartbreak is permanent
That every night is the last night on earth
But morning always arrives like a very patient waiter
Another day, another day it asks you
And somehow, after considering everything you deal with, you nod and get back up
To do it all over again anyway
Because what else can you do?
And the sun will stand and has a way of disorienting these things
It rises without judgement or rude remarks
It really does not give a hoot what we swore to each other in the dark last night
And in it's gargantuan warmth, its talon light
All of our so-called grand tragedies become small human weather
Just passing storms in teacups
So here we are, a little older, a little wiser
And slightly embarrassed about the theatrics
But alive, rich, all things considered
It's not about outcome, right?
Anyways, goodbye and goodnight
We were in that room for too long
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