I look at the man in the moon, and wonder what he's up to.
The stars shine with arrogant pride against the black satin of the night.
I know what shines more, though.
My glistening tears.
I reach up to touch the biggest star I see.
I can't reach.
It's hard to imagine that something can be so infinitely beautiful and precious like the night sky.
I have to admit this:
I am jealous.
These stars do not know what it's like to be down on Earth.
Stuck in isolation.
Not allowed to go another place.
But that's just fine.
The moon is the mother of all the stars.
I think shooting stars resemble me.
Angry and soaring
desperate for escape, but not a permanent one.
After a rage of anguish, you quiet down and rest in one place.
You've disappeared.
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The night really was beautiful. But you can't see much when you're surrounded by trees. I gently closed the window and laid down on my bed. I am way too restless for sleep. Kasey was snoring in the corner of her bed. I checked my phone and it's midnight.
I can't go outside right now, could I? I might get caught. Shrugging into my jacket, I ease the door open and slide into the chilly air.
