antelope

oh piece of plastic rubber i have held onto you for years, multiple revolutions of the sun and season.  Are you worth my protection? what is?  when there are stars so close to my atmosphere and multiple galaxies within my grasp, i dare to notice the furry fuzz on the back of my hand.  Just enough to keep me warm... just enough to feel the air.  All objects i protect are just the memories of someone i wish to keep.  many times without material thoughts are inconceivable. i live for the alternative, hope i can master thought through this distinguished time.