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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