Population III
It was a bad day. Really bad. I thought it would be a nice day but it turned so sour so quick. I was like, it can’t be such a bad day but, afterwards, I just wanted to go home. I couldn’t keep my head up as the sun went down – the knowing gnawing unknowns. I had to get home. I didn’t want to listen to myself anymore. How can you not listen to yourself? I can’t go home. It’s too late now, too dark. The sun is down. I can’t find the moon. Shouldn’t there be stars? I believe there should be stars out here…somewhere.