The Star Eater

I was always told to grow up and get a decent responsible job, but I truly wanted to be the man who ate stars. But what the man didn’t know was that it would be a hard road up to the sky where the stars tuck their little heads under satin blankets made by the sun to dream little dreams suited for them. Suited for them… How was the sun to know what was right, what was wrong? How? That is why the man wanted to walk—walk so far away—the farthest to go was to the sky, to the stars. To him, eating theses stars would give him the dreams he wanted, so maybe he would then want to sleep, to escape from all of life’s petty little problems that always seem to come up at the worst times. If all seem to go well, then maybe I can find a way to live through the day.