Into The Void

standing around
staring into a space
it’s cold around the edge of my lips.
looking for a sign
like seeing a shooting star
streak across my iris in a reflection
leaving a chemtrail of toothpaste and dirty mirror weather.
it’s all in the drift
daydreams between the space of everything
I’m staring into the fridge
I’m spacing for a sign
that my life has finally started.