She looked into the night sky and pondered her place.
Perhaps she was just a gathering of dust on a rocky mote flying through emptiness.
It made her feel small and insignificant,
Refuse of exploded suns long since forgotten in the cosmic background.
If that was it, well, that was still pretty cool.
The fact that her ancestors were ancient suns lightened her soul, and her smile lit up the night.
Standing in front of the mirror, he feels vulnerable
Until he starts the process of putting on his armor
It’s part the ritual and part the layers of protection.
That makes him feel invulnerable, especially with the addition of the power tie.
The mess isn’t going to pick itself up, but
I really don’t care about it tonight
Deeming it a task for tomorrow
Yet I feel like tomorrow will be a callback to tonight
So you feel like you’re an imposter, an actor
That you play your part in the drama called life
And you are not too good at the role
Give yourself credit. No one else could take your place
Embrace the applause and take a bow, you’re a star
The ability to go where you want when you want was so curtailed
Reduced to going to and fro between rooms in your own place
And that was a dream luxury if you lived a studio apartment
Viewing those same four walls every day, day in, day out, hour after hour
Eventually even the strongest of will would start to feel incarcerated
Leaving one to make marks on the wall to mark doing your COVID time
“More sun, more ants., more fire More sun, more ants, more fire!”
“And you say you don’t have anger issues?”
“Give me a break. At least I’m not trying to fry you.”
“Nope, just innocent creatures going on their merry way”
“If it makes you feel any better, these are the ones that ruined your picnic”
“For real? How do you know?”
‘You look up close. They’re still suffering from the epic heartburn”
Making out under the silvery light
Oblivious to the changes I start to feel
Only she isn’t oblivious and starts to scream
Nobody said the dating life of a werewolf was easy
Going to give all the words a spin
Looking for the ones that will stick together in a creative way
Under such an scrutiny the words flee from my internal dictionary
Making me feel rather…
Focusing on the boring fundamentals was not his strong suit
All he wanted to do was gild the lily with as much gold as it could handle
Nothing made him happier than making those around him not feel plain
Causing them to bloom and allowing him to make them sparkle even more
Yet when he looked into the mirror he didn’t see anything …
She wanted to feel special
Puckering up she put on her bright red lipstick
And her dazzling blue eyeliner
Reaching for her glittery teal eye shadow, she applied it liberally
Knowing it was almost time for her date, she began to get excited…
Liam smiled when he saw his twelve-year-old daughter make her entrance
Everything she did shouted how important she was to him. Their dinner together was going to be special.