NaPo 04-13-2011
April 13
The sun sets on another day.
The cycle repeats again.
Looking out the window, see the faint shimmer of stars far far away.
They make me jealous, those stars…
For they know what it’s like to travel. To be free. To be on their own. To be far away.
To be somewhere else, other than this, boring, depressing place…
Only the stars know..