I love a sky full of stars. No light pollution or clouds in your way, only you and the bright balls of light light-years away that seem so close. No wonder they say dreams are like stars. At least that's what my father used to say. I remember the empty fields with rolling hills and it being so dark you couldn't see your hands in front of your face, only my fathers hand to guide my way into our little spot. We would lay down slowly looking up, our eyes soon being embraced in the beautiful millions of stars. He would ask me which one I liked and I would tell him that I liked the red one. He would giggle and tell me that he liked it too. I found out that it was Venus. I look back up at the sky coming back into the real world and not old memories. Not one star in the sky. Dreams have disappeared and love has faded off into the distance hid deep into the dirt of the old field. A pop song and the strong smell of alcohol was still clear on the balcony. I look back at the crowd that is inside. Empty smiles and temporary laughter glazed with big purple and blue lights. I look down at the busy streets from the top level of the building, everything seeming so small. What if I jumped off? I'm not a star. I'm a stupid planet that seems a bit larger yet its only closer to earth. The stars next to it are the only ones of importance. So far out into the distance but are still seen. That's what gives them their beauty. I was a dark shade of red with my water line being a brighter red, just like my friend so far away. Not a prim and proper light yellow orange or white. Not of importance and lacking beauty.
So i jumped off
