# 12; * eclipse

4/9/2024

it’s warm outside. the last time this happened classes were cancelled the next day due 2 a blizzard. now everyone is outside again, savoring the spring comfort before it inevitably rolls too hot into summer & everyone starts yearning for winter’s bite again despite all their previous complaints about it. i am no different in this regard. the weather— like many other things (for instance good ideas, the turn of the tide, and you)— is a pendulum. yesterday the sky was clear for the eclipse and people complained cuz it didn’t get dark enough. for a second it was like the sun and the moon switched places. you and me are like an eclipse, i think. me and you are come together, come apart. last night i felt alone in a way i never have before. why is a struggle something so often seen as beautiful? why was my pain always so entertaining to you? switching gears entirely; the other person “you”, the you blind by fate’s design, i’m always wondering what you’re up to. thinkin of late nights in shoddy apartments that probably definitely smelled like hell. fun things and setting all the regret for a later date. i feel like a glow-in-the-dark star clinging to the ceiling of a childhood bedroom. i’ll only be functional for a few minutes at any given time despite all ur best efforts. day’s been made; just met an australian shepherd puppy. i miss having a dog. i swear i’ll love you forever even if i never see you again (that goes for the other “you” too)

xoqr

— FOR SOME, WHO ARE TRAVELERS, THE STARS ARE GUIDES. 

-le petit prince by antoine de saint-exupéry, 1943