Night entry

Hy.
I meant to write. I always meant to write. But the days, they get in the way, and the nights get packed with food and diaries. My bones says: "sleep, pls sleep" Just awhile longer, bones. You can wait. A number of times i find my fingers scrolling left right.. right again, through my ipod looking for something i had a craving for. But now its always that very song that flows into my ear. i wonder...


“People have stars, but they aren’t the same. For travelers, the stars are guides. For other people, they’re nothing but tiny lights. And for still others, for scholars, they’re problems. For my businessman, they were gold. But all those stars are silent stars. You, though, you’ll have stars like nobody else.”
“What do you mean?”
“When you look up at the sky at night, since I’ll be living on one of them, since I’ll be laughing on one of them, for you, it’ll be as if all the stars are laughing. You’ll have stars that can laugh!”
And he laughed again.
“And when you’re consoled (everyone is eventually consoled), you’ll be glad you’ve known me. You’ll always be my friend. You’ll feel like laughing with me. And you’ll open your windows sometimes just for the fun of it… And your friends will be amazed to see you laughing while you’re looking up at the sky. Then you’ll tell them, ‘Yes, it’s the stars. They always make me laugh!”
- Le Petit Prince



I added a dove. Dove makes me happy.