He said with his glasses off every light in the distance looked like a star.
I told him to keep them off for a while.
Maybe it’s not so bad to see things that way.
Everything is always guiding you home if you let it. Even if we don’t understand why yet.
I’ve been brought home by lesser things than stars. And I’ve followed the wrong way many times. I don’t wear glasses.
Perhaps hope looks just like that. Like you aren’t looking for it at all.
It just appears as light, or stars.
Glasses on or off.
Eyes opened or closed.