yirehsaid

I came home with a bucket,carrying refilled popcorn;

at midnight after watching a film full of

meaningless gore and murder.

The night was silent.

A solemn bird sings itslef to sleep,

and crickets fill its void.

Before entering my home,

I look up.

The sky is ever clear.

A ripple-less lake,

surpassing my view.

I understand the creators of the film.

However, I could not fathom a thought such as that.

How is one not more intrigued by the shining stars

and dewy grass than in murder?

I wonder.

I am certain I could conceive a thought,

such as those I faced.

But how could I?

There is an infinite world to admire.

A decision, maybe.

A moral weighed on a balance,

against a thought,

with potential to become.