let the cycle run again

once again, the sun rises
and once again, it sets

once again, the sky glows rose and gold
and once again, it turns to velvet

once again, I write a sentence
then a paragraph
then a page
then a novel

once again, I hit play

once again, I smile

once again, I write these letters

and take a deep breath

and go to sleep again

and let the cycle begin anew

///

sometimes, in the quiet moments

(of which there are few)

I step outside and gaze up at the stars
and just
wait

I'm not sure for what

but I feel like there's something more out there

something in that vastness that calls to me

and if I just look long enough
for something I'm not even sure is there

someday it'll look back

and I'll understand what it means to be alive