can't see it all 'less your flying by just sitting there square baking in the sun beneath the sky

There is this stuffed animal. It remains at the foot of my bed aside a patched quilt and my elderly cat. The stuffed animal goes by the name of Snuffles and as childish as that may seem, this stuffed animal holds more suffering, more experience, more ability than most grown adults will ever contain. Snuffles does not belong to me. Nor will it ever. But for now it remains on my bed as a symbol of trust and respect. The giving up of every hardship one has ever felt to another in hopes of bringing them love and comfort. Snuffles may look like any other cotton-fiber filled animal, yet beneath those bead eyes of black plastic, there are secrets...hundreds of them. And that is the beauty of this dear creature. He is not nor will never be tramatized, ruined, saddened, or troubled but them. He is only in existence to collect and store those moments as his own. So for now I will hold Snuffles the stuffed animal at the end of my beside a patched quilt and my cat. For now he just sits there but some day he will be my collector as well