Faux Fur Jacket On a Hot Day

Starlight, star fight I hope no one cries tonight I hope that life is more than the sun and more than that book I read about the horses, more than the dirt on the floor, sitting there like a fairy dust covers a flower. The flower blows in the wind and I weep for the day that comes when life no longer has an end or really a beginning. This jacket is itchy and I itch it like my mind hurts, it hurts when I think of how sick I am of running away from the life that is coming to me.