As I look up into the sky, I begin to count the people who have come and gone in many ways. An overwhelming need to reach out an arm, a hand for them to take, to stay, and keep me company. There is a history now growing up, dates that are memorized; tattooed across my eyes. It is a funny feeling, looking back at the conversations, playing out over and over a little different each time. A right step here or a shuffle to the left could have changed many outcomes but life goes in the direction it wants and we seemingly don't have a say. A constant teasing, punishment, joy, and laughter all seem to be wrapped in one as I play back my role. What a character I am, I say out loud. The sky is so big and has seen so much, but I've had enough dreams for the night.
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