I don’t go to church but everyday I keep a Angel in my pocket

There is a feeling the guides me, looks upon me, and protects me

A anchor sewn into my clothing, I hold it, I look upon it, and protect it

A mutual obligation that objectifies all inquiry interest

I see it, it sees me

What is the the “it”? A question that spirals and spins

A nuisance, a nag, that makes me feel like a rag

Instead of this I see a enticing idea

Why shall I question anything good?

I’m a star

Unknown without fans, no roaring paparazzis or flashing cameras

Just in the most literal since

A being among thousand, billons even, actually endless

Not a human here to be perceived but a beacon of light

So infinite and infinitesimal

I am the sky it self and upon its clusters are the aspects of me

I am hope, love, happiness and all it encompasses

A energy without a shell, bouncing off it self

I’m alive and I’m a star

-Grace <3

The push, the pull, the press
One button, two minds, and three words.

Off it goes, it explodes.
No rhyme no reason.

The Thoughtful path, The Thorned path.
Yellow pebbles when looking in,
Where red roses begin to sprout.

The weary step, the feet begin to shake.

The warmth of gold gravel turns to painful pokes.

Treading as it turns to May, more scarlet petals lay.

The one blooming bruise, the two weeks later, and three sleepless nights.

The time it takes to be one place.

-Grace <3