Many nights I spend cuddled up to my kitty cat.
She stares at me with her marble blue eyes that are as round as base balls.
And rubs up against me when she wants more petting.
Then I sit up.
I look at my books some are short but many are tall.
I grab one with a slick red and black cover.
With many pages the book is heavy.
But that night I won’t stay home.
My friends and I are burning the past with a fire.
The fire with the mixture of red and yellow
The flames dance with the hot ash like fireworks above
We sit around the dancing fire.
My friends and I talk about love, past, and future.
Two of us talk about the love we want the others of the love they have.
We will wish to change our past and make our future the best it can.
I hear the radio in the background playing a soft but yet noisy song of my life
