Tomorrow is Star Wars
(approximate read time: 2 minutes)
But today is a memory. To the daughter who died in her sleep this past weekend. To the people squeezed free of their last coins for being believers in Egypt. To the victims of yet another mass shooting at an educational institution. To the abused humiliated in this allegedly united communion. And with each breath, every memory becomes a tombstone, and every tombstone a blacklist. Each time I pause my thoughts, prophecies of darkness come marching on waters of charon armored to teeth with the only detail that ever matters.
They weren't the first.
And they won't be the last.
My mind effortlessly spins galaxies on totems too well structured to ever pass the taste test for mainstream, yet raking these frayed leaves from desolated orchards of maimed branches and broken family trees has me beat.
What song is this and who started it?
More importanly- Am I just humming along, or bringing a new beat to the party?
...Sometimes I can't tell if I'm seeing reality right. Sometimes it seems like librarian fiction is the real truth, and this human experience the grandiose mythology. But to be Abe honest, it doesn't matter, cuz when you forget the whole story, except the last chapter, all you've done is trap yourself in prologue.
This is where I sigh heavily and let the musing strong man be bound up and taken away from me. Lest we forget that to overthink is disastrously analogous to not thinking at all.
Another sigh.
... The beauty of starlight is her resilient shine, even though the sun is just a rotation away.
Tomorrow is Star Wars.
Light, and laughter, and hope, and sound.
Story is happening all around me.
That's what story does- it HAPPENS.
It's on me to choose to keep shining until the morning comes.
Tomorrow is a gift.
Tomorrow the story continues.
Tomorrow goodness and love will clothe themselves in pain and strife to see if I will chase after them anyway.
Tomorrow....
Is Star Wars.
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