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messersmasterful:

Sometimes, we are all just children lying on our weary backs, casting our eyes up at the stars. I think that we wish that somehow we could capture a little more of those celestial blips than just their tiny light which reaches our dainty pupils; I think we could be friends given the chance. As the minutes and grass stains accumulate on our faces and our backs, we sometimes grapple with a number of thoughts that flit from place to place; some pass at such a pace as to avoid any real thought at all. Some of these thoughts though, they linger, and in the same fashion as we attempt to in the night’s sky, we try and make connections and patterns in a way that makes them mean something more, in a way which will leave them in us in the morning. After we have dispensed with the formalities of showers, electric tooth-brushes and cereals with meagre portions of milk, we’ll be able to draw these thoughts enticing as they have proven to be, from the memory banks we peruse on occasion, and put them to work once more. This time perhaps instead of constructing constellations we’ll instead try and mesh together these thoughts into a string of once solitary letters, who have come together to author a horror story or if lucky a story of love. Sometimes I think that if we came together more often, we could be something more.

M. W.
19/1/10