Immovable Object. Poem by will atlas

I..... am a comet. Hurling through space, or is it I am an immovable object which time is flowing over. Watching star systems planets and the always beautiful nebulae go past.. I am but a rocky surface. Although mineralites lie beneath on the surface I am cold and just well.... rocky. Some look at me as freedom as I am not constantly pulled or 'trapped' as some say in gravitational tidal waves. (Cosmic humor) but they just don't know how lucky they really are. Some see my beauty spark in the sky and call me a star but forget about me as quick as i passed. I am but a lonely comet. An ugly worry to the ones close and unimportant to the ones far away, I have no purpose. Eons have made me think what it would be like to just stop one day, to just end all this confusion and find a home but it seems my home is empty space. Watching all the clusters, the planet's with their moons hell even the space dust has trillions of companions, light with several rays. You see my point. There's no tomorrow with me. Just happening upon happening. Purpose is a very compelling and preoccupying theme for me for as a comet what am I supposed to bring to the table. Here, here's some destruction, I don't want that to be me but the path that lays before me it's just natural I guess.

I am but an asteroid. I can't stand this rock I gravitate towards. I sit here all day looking at the same thing I've seen all of its beauty but over the years things inside it have destroyed him and me as well watching him. Although I care I feel longing for something more. It used to be him the moon and me just us against the vast. Now it just seems as though he's the center of the universe. I just can't stand it anymore but he keeps pulling me in. I don't know what to do. It seems like the more I resist the closer I go. Possessive comes to mind. Who can blame him though. At least I have to rationalize something healthy out of this right. I heard the word before in airwaves named hope. I have hope. That's just what I have to keep with me.

Some say they actually heard something in space that day. For that day I the comet was the brightest anyone had ever seen me. I'm just glad she saw me the brightest. She brought new life to me, a monumental moment that every life around would remember me by their whole life. My peak. My purpose is fulfilled and I actually slowed down a little. Or became more of an immovable object. Who knows all I know is I'm happy.

That day was by far the cheesiest way to approach me but I have to hand it to him. Who would've ever thought our trajectories would meet at that time in my lowest of lows. He was a rocky comet. Not as beautiful as the planet but somehow he showed me all the beauties of the universe I could never have found without him. I'm clinging on to him with all I've got.