Stärfinger

Your Best Friends Journal

By: Nathanial Jacob 

Centerville, Tennessee

37033

“It’s a great big world out there! Said the mouse, and the rat replies, “Yea, if you can reach it!”

    For the star’s I’m currently missing; I find them floating in the local vacant spaces and homes marked by decay. Rift raft, that frequent these types of posts and shops with windows cracking open….

                      “I’ve always dreamed of….”

“Excuse me, Mrs. Wallace, I’ve forgotten to introduce myself”

I’m a young holler boy

“atta boy she replies”

Better be quick with it.

“Mrs. Wallace I’ve, I’ve always loved and adored your garden. As Manuel tend its bushes, splendors, roots and bud.

The flowers swelled up, “I’m ready Mrs. Wallace take me back to the place I woke.

“Dear Centerville, am I lost or plain dumb?

To live in such a beautiful mouthful of mountains and tops of trees so old now they can’t help but fall down. I preserve myself to celebrate accomplishments, well found in the rain that governs the night.”

Not yet taken, yet a bright breeze hits me, I drip through a breakdown, in a stream my face is found, I spoke to the wind last night, the air answered back,

“Is all one needs is to catch up and jump bag on the wagon again?”

“I answered smooth hearted, my sprite, I’ve never told you about the days in Defiance, perhaps it’s time for me to start.”