At this age, often do we find someone that might just be THEE.
We see this person and we think.
We think about how our timelines would go from selfies to “us-ies”.
We think about which emojis would belong only to our relationship,
Copyrighted by kisses and phoned in I love you’s.
Often do a lock and hashtag symbolize the binding of two names,
“The ship has sailed,” they exclaim.
And this is about as much thinking as we do.
The first pickup line you use comes from your favorite show and she says, “I hate that show”,
You say, “me too”.
Often do couples’ first words come from what Siri said when they told her,
“There’s this girl in my chemistry class, and I kind of don’t know what to say to her.”
To which Siri will disappointedly reply, “Sorry, I didn’t get that”.

Rare do we find the beauty in the obvious.
Rare do we look at our partner and say, “You have such pretty eyes…”
It’s a phrase that got lost somewhere between the ones, the zeroes,
And the men with beards, desiring to change the world.
The ability to resist snapchat for a day is not an ignominious feat.
Save moments to your memories
Because your brain runs on unlimited gigabytes.
You’ll never have to manage your storage or connect to wifi to remember the girl with the pretty eyes...
And you’ll never forget how you felt before talking to her.
When the butterflies played tag in your stomach,
And you whispered, “carpe diem,” under your breath
Unlike most people, you didn’t need to ask for the definition.

Crazy how so many people don’t know the answer to questions like,
“Did you know Miss Marchello’s ceiling is slanted?”
Because they never bothered to look up.
Rest assured that next time you are in room 418,
You’ll lean your head back on the desk of the person behind you.
And when they say, “Get your head off my desk!”
You’ll simply look at them and you’ll ask,
“Did you know Miss Marchello’s ceiling is slanted?”
And they’ll look up.
Congratulations, you’ve started a trend.
For centuries, stars have burned bright.
They run across the sky at night, screaming for attention.
But, lately, they’ve been fading.
Hiding.
Testing.
Testing the few that still wish to wish upon them,
They cry, “if you won’t see us while we’re here, maybe you’ll see us when we’re gone.”
Because they know that when they’re gone, we’ll have 7 billion screens to light up the nights,
and then what?
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but stars are not ephemeral objects.
They last without batteries.
No outlet can sustain the power that remains.
They run on the hopes and dreams of those who wish on the streakers,
So wish…

Dear stars.
See, I have this brother.
He can’t tell me which world he lives in.
Virtual is reality, reality’s deception,
And he doesn’t really get that there’s no pizzaria
where the animatronics eat people.
I wish for guidance.
You’ve led shepherds to a manger,
So lead my brother through the world.
Show him that Earth is too big to fit inside one hundred thirty-two pixels per inch.

Dear stars,
Don’t hide.
People may be flashing apps at concerts.
Cities stopped sleeping.
People never bothered to walk around…
They never looked up.
They never turned to each other,
head on shoulder,
Palms in palms,
Hair turning white as light is caught creeping through the edges of the night,
And they never asked, “Is the sky slanted?”
Of course it is… Because people always wish to be right.

Stars.
Grant me this wish tonight.
Because I can’t see a future in SIGHT!
That doesn’t involve us lit up by artificial LIGHT,
And my pocket is itching,
Phone imprinting
Its lasting impression
And if I won’t win this ongoing FIGHT
I swear I MIGHT
Just go craaaazy up here!
Stars, push me to the RIGHT lane.
BRIGHT - WHITE - LIGHT searing hot pain.
Melt the flesh from my bones before my eyes melt away
from the strain,
And write…

Write my wish down like I have 24 hours to live and everything I want to do in the time I have left will be forever printed in ink.
It makes you think...
Not everyone gets to see Mount Rushmore before they die,
But everyone has seen a star in the sky.
And there’s a gleam in her eye.
And when she says, “You’re staring, creep.”
Say, “Sorry… I just caught a glimpse of something beautiful.”
“You have such pretty eyes…”