The dark skies stand above us.
Everybody watches in their abscence.
Alone it feels everytime the world has fallen asleep.
The light the world shines upon it clouds his freckles.
Those freckles that give hope,
that take us back to elementary when we would still wish upon a star.
The guiding light for many, and the cause of tears for others.
Oh, how I love starry skies.
How I miss the me I knew in elementary.
How I miss wishing upon any star, shooting or stationery.
How I miss feeling like I am guided by something ungraspable.
