sometimes during the day, i long for the stars

stars that used to burn bright and hot at night

stars that used to twinkle in the sky

stars that littered the black canvas in our galaxy

stars that formed shapes in the heavens

stars that have started vanishing in the light

stars that we can hardly see anymore

stars that we draw on paper and see in our dreams

stars that we long for

they ar...

you where a gift from when i was young

i was happier then, so carefree and creative

everything was just alive back then

oh how things have changed

looking back, i don’t even know why i kept you

you are a raggedy, old stuffed bear that served me no purpose

you’re useless

i held you over the trash, my hand clasped tightly around your neck

your eyes that where barely hanging on gleamed back ...

i noticed you when i was six

you’re long fingers loved to scratch against the walls

at first i was scared

i would hide under the covers, praying that you would go away

you would whisper silently

“it’s okay.”

i believed then that you where a liar

with you’re tail that seemingly burned with fire

you chilled in my walls while i was asleep

not even daring to take a peek

i didn’t know then

how ...