Soft pink
mixed with the blue of today
a magenta now
you can see the swirls and streaks of the colors in the sky
warm and cool
the sharp, sincere orange flashes across the horizon
mixing
merging
flying
a silent orchestra from above
twisting
leaping
soaring
dashing across horizons
coloring the normally blue sky
turning the white clouds pink and gold and orange
too many colors
not enough words
the silent orchestra of sunset.
Ad astra
Latin for to the stars
something that we've never done yet
but we've gone near.
We've never gone to the stars
we've reached the not-quite-emptiness that surrounds them.
I don't know what this is
whether it's summer really sinking in
or if it's something else
something more
something worse.
I don't want to turn into this
a puddle of negative feelings and boredom.
Everyone always thinks that people act a certain way to please the people around them
to code switch to what everyone else would want
to blend in
and that's what I do, too
except most of what I do
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