sometimes when i let bagel out for the last time
of the night, i stare at the sky in my parents backyard. though where we stay,
there’s a fair share of light pollution, the stars always find a way through
the sky. i always think when friday comes, that it’s been a long week. to me
that’s very telling. it’s telling of what i want in this life, where i want to
be, but more than that, it’s very telling of where i belong. i don’t know what
to make of it, but all i can say is i gotta make it out this rat race.
there’s more to life for me, and i believe that’s what the universe is telling me right now.
-ratha, 11:12pm, 8.27.21