that's a satellite, darling

Everything is temporary. 

And for some reason this always upsets me.

Like if everything I treasured when I was nineteen was still my life now, would that make me happier?

Everything is changing. 

And this is actually a good thing because nothing thrilling comes from similarity. 

But if I realize this, why do I always crave the resistance?

Resisting each changing entity like it was trying to devour my joy.

It is a relief to accept the shortness of things. 

When you're a kid the notion of being friends forever is more important than anything you can possibly imagine. 

But how many friends are strong enough to make it to forever?

And is it really even their fault that they grew too weary to make it there?

Relationships take time. 

So much time. 

As I've grown older it baffles me how difficult it is to bring people together. 

I was always out running around town with my friends. 

And now my friends are tired. 

And they want to stay home.

Alone with their melancholy. 

Self indulgence has replaced companionship. 

And maybe that's okay. 

Maybe we need to focus more on ourselves as we grow older because we do spend our entire adolescence fixated on everyone around us. 

But somewhere there must lie a balance. 

I miss that time. 

When time together was put before all else. 

Those late nights talking into the sunrise, our dreams dancing around us as we connect and love the person sacrificing sleep to be with us. 

And then we age and learn sleep is a requirement for health and happiness and instead we text our friends some other time and watch movies alone in our beds feeling slightly disconnected from the stars we used to lay under and gaze at. 

Youth, that aberation.

I watched three awkward kids walk along the road, clutching their backpacks, shuffling their feet as they looked down, uncomfortable in every inch of their own skin.

No, not for all the world would I travel back to such uncertainty. 

But an ounce,

perhaps a whisper,

of the unadulterated bliss,

that came with getting absolutely lost 

in the most inane moments. 

Take me to a place, where we will lay, 

you dear ones and I,

under each shining star

and tell of our dreams, 

without a care of anything but being together.

Surely there's a time we still can dream, hand in hand, whiling away the time as our laughter echoes through the passing night.