End Times

Backs against the earth, unblinking gazes turned toward the sky. Everyone is staring at the deep blue of the night, clouds cast beneath the stars. Waiting. We’re waiting for the clouds to disappear, to go away, so that the stars can beat down on us. The sun makes us sweat, the stars make us forget.

We’ve got so much we could be doing, so much we will be doing, so much we want to do. There’s a bed and a job and a house with everything we never needed to our left—everything we had to have. We needed, wanted, begged for it all.

Give it to me. Give me more.

In the end you’ll be lying back against the earth, staring up, wanting one last thing—for the stars to appear and it all to be clear.