Star Dust

Hello world. The following was written 7/10/2014.

Been reading some of the scribbles I have written over the years. I am contemplating where I was, at this point in my life mentally, emotionally and spiritually. The twisted perceptions I had of the world around me back then. Some with and some without my contemplation’s on them. I will be posting these under a public viewing so you may share them with your families and friends. In fact I invite you to do so.

To all those who know me already, no, I am not having a mental break down, no, my marriage isn’t falling apart, no, none of this has anything to do with any of you. This is my healing process and I feel compelled to share it with the world. I am not afraid, ashamed, or feeling guilty about any of it. I feel free.

Star Dust

“To my son Frank. My dream come true.”

When you are out late at night, you see the stars shining bright. Some are big, some are small, some are near, and some are far.

They are gas and they are stone. Could they be somebody’s home?

It is quite a mystery, this thing we call a galaxy. Each time we see them shining bright, we gasp with childish delight.

Taught to wish upon a star, no matter how old we are. Taught to feel a bit of fright.

To, overwhelm our small delights. We fear what’s in this galaxy, though the Universe is still to see.