Home Buddies
Every night, before I head up to a garbage dumpster disguised as a room, I’d sit on a rusty stair case right outside our gate and stare at the sky. Sometimes the sky would stare back at me and give me that mischievous wink of his, and I’d smile. Then there are times the moon would show off and gather her minions around and together they’d sparkle like diamonds and I’d sit there and marvel at their beauty. And right then and there, I’d think about my life and how the universe above me seems to examine it under a microscope and I’d wonder what would they be saying about it right now? From time to time I’d get distracted from my trance as dormmates would pass by and say hi and probably wonder what I was doing there, sitting with my happy stick and staring at the sky. But as time passed they probably got used to it as they would just walk right through without even giving me a second look. Sometimes (usually when my neck already hurts from looking up), I’d check out the scribbles an...