Yes, I see you down there looking up into my vastness. What are you hoping to find on my vacant face? If there, within the margins, were telephone wires. You should know I'm only bright blue now because of physics. Molecules break and scatter my light from the sun. Within any of the color, you know my variations. Is there a noon, navy by midnight, how often I find you? Then on your patio, pajamas and distressed, head-drawn. Back so your eyes can pick apart not the darker version of myself. But the color also, the color of stars to you, I am merely background. You barely hear my voice. Remember, I am most vibrant. When the air breaks my light, do something with your brokenness. Okay. Okay. Remember, I am old baby. Read that again. Read that one more time. Read that one more time. I am just an angel. I am only bright blue now because of physics. The jam and distressed head-drawn. The end.