How do you grasp contentment and cling so firmly that it cannot be relegated to a bit of floor behind those uncomfortable shoes you bought on impulse? How do you balance a selfless love for others without sacrificing your heart and sanity?
What is it about Thursday that inevitably causes intense introspection and loneliness into the pre-dawn hours of Friday?
The stars glitter, some brightly and others barely visible. They latch on to my heart and gently tug, pulling me. Where? Only away. Away to some distant dream, to the origin of déjà vu, to the comfort of a hand unobtrusively protecting my own.