My light and shining armor

My light in Shining Armor

It was quiet tonight, as I looked up to the stars freckled across the blanket of midnight sky. It was quaint, almost for once relaxing. I can't remember the last time I've just laid back and intensely gazed at the stars, let alone, the last time I've even been able to see the stars.
In the city, its almost been never, and sometimes I truly believe a person can almost forget what the stars actually look like. As crazy as that may seem, I know now it is true; I know now, I've become one to have forgotten the stars.
Now I finally feel as though I've gotten a breather from everything that has happened; this past long while I've just had more focus on running from everything and feeling as though I'm struggling to keep alive than I've actually had time to have my face up at the sky. It's incredible, really; it's incredible how just as I lay here now, how easily it is to see all those forgotten stars. yet even after the past hour I am still finding stars up there that I could swear didn't exist previously. There are just so many glued up there, as if they were felt shapes on a black project board.
It seems insane that there has always been this many stars and more further into the sky yet just from a little light they scare away. It doesn't make sense. Those stars..
It don't make any sense how a ball of light is so terrified of lights. This is an ignorant thought as stars do not breathe but as I sit here and think, I do wonder..
no one has ever been able to testify; has anyone ever actually been able to feel a star to know it burns out? Has someone ever actually asked a star just how long it has been living in the sky? how about, holding a star to then know it's size? Or maybe lastly ask another question as to where it goes when the daylight comes? These stars have a whole life of their own in the sky and we still sit here and just classify them as meaningless science; why?
I lay quiet minded once more, as I memorize each star for it's unique shape, position, or color. I can't fully believe it's been this long; it feels as though it's been forever since we've been reacquainted.
Laying still on my pillow of grass, I hear the leaves of the trees rustle in the night wind. I hear the long grass sway and the small amount of crickets hum in the distance.
Turning my head, the old worn home slouches towards the ground a couple yards away. Every light is off but the need of light to see it is little to none as night sky lights it up like a street light. That house is something. That house with its blueish siding with the grassy color shutters and balding shingled roof has definitely become something. An outsider definitely wouldn't see it. Just as that same outsider may not entirely actually be an outsider as they haven't sat and looked at the stars.
In the same sense, this house is just as house; as those stars are just stars. But to me, it is all something, and that something has become everything. Without those stars, without that house, without those individual beings you didn't even ask about that turned off those lights; it all would be different. Not just simply a different story, but simply different in which without everything and it's deep curiosity, I would still be running this night, and never have stopped to look at the stars. I would most probably not be here today as I had in the beginning felt like I was trying to survive; without it all here now, I would definitely not have made myself take these deep breathes and instead still be holding each one.
So, now it is the end and I'm not alone; will you be kind? Will you come lay to look up at stars with me? Your life won't mind.