Thoughts of a Violinist Giraffe

I'm not gonna end this the way you think I'll end this. I'm not gonna end this by looking over the horizon as the sun sets, my back turned from you as you walk away to an unsure future  without  me. I'm not gonna end it like actors after the final act, bowing out to the crowd as the curtain falls. I'm not gonna end it with your dying wish having me take away the dragging moments of pain that remind you you'll have to fight for your last breath before you die. I'm not ending it that way. I'm ending this as quietly and as unobtrusively as possible. You won't even notice the held-back tears as I write out every reason why my fears finally won out. I'm ending this quietly, with nothing but the scratch of my pen on paper, blotched by coffee drops and salt water. I'm not even anywhere near the sea, but I may as well be. I'm ending this, because I can't stand to fall apart so often in an hour, just as m...

I've begun the slow count     to the next starry night. The last I've seen the blinking lights were when I promised that I would find the right kind of life                         for me. And that was seasons ago. I don't remember the last time I ventured to look into the depths of God's flickering firmament. I don't remember how many times that I did, and was met with frowning clouds,                           content to deny me the chance                             to see the stars change. A certain knight once said that                              a man can  change his stars. For each moment where I'm left                       ...