“But they prefer the busy highway…. Peoples don’t take the time to explore. They always take the easy way. The way everyone takes. There is so much to enjoy when you take the time to make a little detour. I fucked up many times and that is life at its purest. I’ve seen beautiful things and it’s what matters.”
he was in a motorcycle accident on his way to work today. and i dreamt of him, last night. i dreamt of him and rusty choppers and of shooting stars. i said “David, you missed a shooting star.” and then another one passed, and he missed that one too.
the sky was black with a hint of red.
I had never seen a shooting star as long, nor as bright… ephemerally beautiful, it was.. as the one I saw at the park that night.