an hour ago i saw a man drinking mouthwash on the subway. people were laughing.
it all made me sad and i couldn’t stop thinking about it. so i walked home with the moon, i sat on my steps, and looked for stars before stepping inside.
sometimes i think Ursa Major looks like a dinosaur. i like how it pops out of the sky at me, instead of making me look for it. i have a lot more i’d like to say about those seven sparks and what they mean to me, but i’m just too tired tonight.
goodnight.
