I ruin everything. I think that a bullet must have passed through my heart when I was very young causing me to bleed out slowly over things and people and every white surface that Id ever come across.
I fantasize the night sky to be like a cosmic blue print of my life as I close my eyes and unbutton my heart. just in case anyone up there is listening.
In the old days when travelers would get lost they would follow the stars and I love that idea. I wish that I could rely on something as simple and magnificent as a star for all of my aching questions.