He watches
Is he caught in the rain or blinded by the floodlights?
The neon wires burn his gaze, spelling out hotel
The wind cuts through his trench coat, encasing his body and mind in an icy glaze,
But his heart is at peace.
There’s no need to turn back now he thinks as he lies awake, the neon red lettering tearing through the sheer curtains and penetrating his mind yet again,
But he is safe now, and the neon cannot hurt him.
I wonder what heaven looks like. I wonder this as an atheist. Is it space, sailing among stars? Is it merely a concept, eternally to be determined, determined by fate?
Someday time will stop
Abruptly at that,
And he’ll come for me
The boy with stars on his face
He lives in my mind, and I find him alive in my dreams
June 8th 11:30 am- 6 days
I have 6 days. Nothing more, nothing less, and that should scare me, make me anxious, something, but it doesn’t. I have a plan.
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