I imagine I see the man slowly getting up his dog at his feet
Loving companion always nearby
In the chill and seen breath
The lights shine clear
Even the day ending doesn’t change the night sky
And even the unending night doesn’t change the day inside
Wondering how it could be so simple and so complicated
Guilt for the guilty
I don’t know if I have it
I wasn’t trying to give it
What am I doing?
Why am I so terrible at it?
Sparkling away in the night unheeded by the silliness of human life
I wish I was a star at least then I would be bright and strong enough to keep those that matter.
Find things and keep them in my sphere
Little collections
So many precious little collections
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