Iridium Ash

Satellite gazing on a sticky summer night. It’s a new night. The brightest glowing moon I’ve seen in a while. How I’ve abandoned you. I’m sorry. I am back.

I’ve never believed the lies about not being able to look god in the eyes. When I combine an almost full moon with the company of wolves, I get high. The highest high I’ve ever experienced. The god high.

The sky or quicksand? Which will the end turn out to be? Oh the places my mind takes me.

Back to the satellites. They move. So do we. One constant motion.

In this moment I am happy.

Have you ever been on an airplane when somebody decides to shoot themselves in the head? I have. Thank you, dreams, for fishing that out of my cerebral files last night.