In the empty lot, where it sang to him in every voice of yes.
Every affirmation and everything good.
When he gazed into the pedals and watched the bulb open, and the magic he saw inside.
One Sun.
No…ALL the Suns.
Every star in the universe condensed down into the size of a marble.
His first instinct?
“I must guard this“
This is every purpose of being alive,it is everything unfettered..
And let my own life be damned,I must protect this.
Now that’s good storytelling .
If you’re boring and prefer your non-fiction…
Well..
That was the wrong way to say it..
Nonfiction is not boring,I’m just sad that we’re so tied into this..
This thread.
How much more interesting could it be with a better author?
(humans do be thinking up some shit..)
Don’t they though..
Don’t they..
I love the journey.
The landmarks and street signs,
Love the characters,love knowing what paints them and makes them tick..
Love the talent .
That flow.
It’s too good to jump off the edge of the world..hear me?
It’s too good to throw in any towel or call it quits..
You’d be losing too much..
dusk 