[ found on a painting of the sky ]
today my teacher asked me what
i wanted to be in the future.
i told her i wanted to be a star.
she then rambled on about how i
should choose a reliable career for
myself but she does not understand.
what i want to be is a star. i want to be
those heavenly bodies of light that
scatter through the endless, night sky.
when I explained it to her, she looked at
me weirdly and asked me why. if i was a
star, then i would be beautiful and be
remembered forever.
- julietta
YOU ARE READING
flawless
Poetrywe are all just misfit human beings infatuated with the idea of perfection.
