Fluffy Wosh

Imagine you come home, after a long day, and as the thoughts of tomorrow make you anxious, the thoughts of the past fill you with regret, an escape you crave is nowhere in sight, but as you open your bedroom doors; you see him so gracefully sitting there patiently waiting for your return as if you’ve never left. You pick him up towards your cheek, this familiar warm fuzzy feeling, as if he understood all your problems, without speaking a single word. 

You look him in his eyes, as you gaze into his soft soul, his eyes reflect colorful flecks of your own eyes, he understands.. you just know he does.

He’s been patiently waiting since the dawn of time, and the beginning of creation, no one knows why, but he sits in wait everyday of his life. Some say his presence painted the sky in mercy, and so the pink scattered clouds tell a tale of his despair. He created the stars for the weak, and for the lonely, as guideposts of the skylines, we set our paths in the darkest of nights, as he sits in wait in hope that one day all the stars he’s kindled in the sky for us will be out shined by you...

you were his favorite star. And so forever since, he’s been patiently waiting for your return. Every decision you’ve ever made in your life has led you to this very moment, this is your story, this is who you are..

This is your Wosh.