cheeseeye

sailors learn to navigate by the stars. just in case. although they trust their compass, the clear night sky holds truths that nothing man made can compete with.
I looked up tonight, form the tiny back porch in the weird flat I am renting a room in, and saw stars for the first time in a while. This city is so small, the sky is still full of twinkling lights.
I followed the big dipper, down the spout, to the North star, true and bright.
And I had this really nice great sigh of longing and belonging, of delight and desire, memory and anticipation...
for things to come, for things that have been, for the lost stolen times and the future of unimaginable dreams, i cannot fucking wait. bring it on.
How can I get lost with the sky to guide me home?
i am laughing and writing tilt silly, but it feels kinda cool.