I touched the stars.
They where hot.
I swam in the void of darkness that suffocated the light.
It was so bright in the pool of darkness I found myself blinded by something I thought wasn't right.
The dark is scary.
The light is blinding me.
The responsibility of touching the stars never seemed very alluring to me.
But one day the man in the moon told me.
If I tucked away a star in my pocket, that the dreams I thought of at night. Would be the reason I shone just as bright.
Now I found my smile.
It's shining just as bright.
Just as bright as the void of the night.
The dark isn't scary any more.
And those stars aren't so bright.
Maybe, just maybe my dreams can come true tonight