Random poem

Night sky.

Lying the floor,

staring up the sky.

Blinking of the stars.

Make the night feel so bright.

Feel so relax.

Feels so easy.

I wish to touch the stars in the sky.

Those stars that is blinking every night.

They never fails to be up there.

Their blinking is like smiling.

It made you feels better.

It feels so good,

so happy.

I wish to feel the stars.

Feel their blinking.

Feel their light.

I wish to be beside the stars.

It feel less intensive.

Less intensive then the world.

World that seems like stars.

Stars that aren't so pleasing that to see.

Or rather to be beside...

I wish to own that stars.

That can be in my room.

Small, stuffy room.

Let them be the light.

Light that light up my room.

Light up my room world.

Lighten up things.

Twinkle twinkle little stars,
how I wonder what you are.

My mind recalled.

My childhood song.

I want to be back in the dream time where every moment, everything is just like the less intensive night sky.