My breath tastes ancient.
I don't know why.
It just does.
And I know I cry a lot of times,
But they aren't always happy or sad reasons.
Sometimes I just have too many thoughts and I have to let some go.
Sometimes I wipe my tears to soak my thoughts back up.
Sometimes I let someone else soak in my thoughts.
Sometimes I just let them fall,
And that's nice too,
Because I become a part of what's around me more so than before.
And today I was thinking about how nice it would be for the world to get together one day,
Like to barbeque out side on a sweltering hot day in July.
All of us, together.
How neat that would be!
And then I thought about what it's like to be a star looking down from really high up in the sky.
And if I were a star one day looking down from high up in the sky,
I'd probably wonder why everyone wasn't all together barbequing.

Mae.B