a mentor within the sky
the cold drab air repulses my youthful skin
relieving me of this evil sin
for i was not accepted upon ground level
i look to the sky for solitary comfort
awakened by the bright stars
strategically placed in the infinite darkness
that we call the sky
they welcomed me
as if almost immediately
but which star should i claim as mine?
number 3,982- kurt cobain
or number 5,862- maya angeleou
mentor of the dead you may ask
why yes
for the dead understand what the living cannot comprehend
and the dead truly know the importance of life
so i choose every star
each and every star strategically placed in the infinite darkness
that we call the sky
whose magnificant breeze will guide me to a better place
a place with no boundaries
a place with infinite possibilities.
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