Jotting

Look at all the stars, the beautiful white lights that appear every night to present themselves to you. Look at the moon, its faded color behind the fog and clouds that quickly formate. Look at the blinking stars, the fakes that move across the dark blanket in the night. Those are planes full of many lives. They live seperatley but soar at the same height. The most interesting to me are the landing patterns. While admiring the beautiful orbit of metal birds, I notice my reflection in the window. This is me, my dreams to see myself up in the sea of levitated hopes. This is me, my eyes peering in to the depths of my own thought.
One's mind can only be as beautiful as its experiences. So I dream of seeing the beauty in the world. I've learned that what's more of a gateway than love is a passion. Passion drives the interest of knowing more than you wish and so I find jealousy in everyone. How can you be so selfish not to share it with me?