Keep the Faith
The days are getting shorter every single moment of every tiny day that seems to last for only a fleeting moment in this life that seems to be floating through space.
I have grown accustomed to this galaxy named after a candy bar, or was it the other way around, the last time I checked I didn’t know when Mars candy company started the production of the chocolate critters they sell at almost every fill up station this side of the Mississippi. For shelling out a palmful of George washing tons you could get a mouthful of delicious chocolate and caramel while staring at the stars as you drive towards a place you can call and still consider home while the gas light begins to come on because you would have rather spent your last remaining dollar bills on a king size nugget of nourishment.
It’s no trouble because you’ve got that extra ten dollars from the twenty you broke for Chinese delivery the other night. The orange chicken is always a good decision even if instead of chopsticks from a samurai mistresses hair tie, you have a 21st century American made oversized fork that your parents gave you as a housewarming present. It certainly doesn’t disappoint in arrangement with the dinner piece set it came with.
Her Two Cents
Even in this moment we are hurtling around our orbit barely able to grasp a glimmer of the Milky Way. When we can’t be one with nature’s eye-candy (darn those blasted lights) the chocolate version will suffice (maybe).
