Trouble

The stars above looked down in wonder and amazement. Nothing could surpass this, the epitome of perfection. Too bad I'm not good enough. Time is standing still. I'm stuck here eternally. Accepting the life shown to me is the difficult part. If only materials could create happiness, genuine delight. Time is running out, and my tolerance is wearing thin.

Merry Christmas, everybody. I hope the holiday season finds you well.

(P.S. - tomorrow is my birthday, what did y'all get me?)