Star Hole

I sit here 

on the perfect end

of a star,

watching light

pour itself toward me.

The light pours

itself through 

a small hole

in the sky.

I'm not very happy, 

but I can see

how things are

       faraway.

Richard Brautigan.

(Cellar Door)

I want to be alone, but not too alone. I want to be the same but different.

Jonathan Franzen.

(Rookie)

(leah-bird)

(Jewel of the South)