| starry night |

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Sometimes I look out my window

in the middle of the night

the sky looking as if

ink spilled everywhere

with little dots of white shining.

Sometimes it's frustrating to admire

the beautiful night sky in a confined space

so I step outside

feeling the gush of cold wind

seeping through my clothes

hugging my skin.

Sometimes I find myself slowly spinning around

my head crooked as I stare at the

thousands of twinkling dots

and it feels a trance.

The deeper and harder I gaze

the more I find myself reaching closer

to one of the bright spots of light

needing to know where they get their beauty

and how they get the power to make you

think

wonder

get lost in

feel like you're walking on air

they make you understand

there's so little

we know about the universe.

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