I’ve always wanted to know who lives among the stars.
Whoever it is, I want them to know I think they're doing a pretty good job. Taking care of them is no easy task. There are countless stars, and someone up there keeps them all safe. Not a single star is ever missing. This being, whether they are galactically huge or just a normal person running around with a rag, individually cleaning each star so it sparkles throughout the night.
Before I go to bed I look at the stars, each one is squeaky clean and shines right back at me. As if knowing they need to make their caretaker proud.
Some nights I gaze at the sky for hours just hoping to catch a glimpse of the person that lives among the stars. I swear I've seen them move, especially when they accidentally bump a star a little too hard and it falls down the dark night sky.
The Stars
More by Jack Savas
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Perspective
The sleek gray metal of the bench chills my legs
It always has-
Even when my dad and I used to watch the sun sink into the night
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Silence
I've always been fascinated that since the moment I was born there had always been cars driving, birds chirping, and people talking. Every second of my life, this unrelenting continuum of sound and movement somewhere out in the world. -
Clouds
Clouds
What baffles me is how vastly under appreciated they are,
from the ground, their beauty sprawls out for miles
the pearly white presence provides comfort for anything residing below
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