So there's this star I see whenever I look out from my bedroom window.
There's nothing special about this one specific star.
It has a gold shine or shimmer, which ever it is that stars actually do.
There aren't any stars as bright or fiery and fierce in its proximity.
So there it is, this star that I keep seeing.
All by itself, in it's own golden spotlight,
But for all I know this star stands alone.
But late at night, when I look up at the sky, the moon has taken a place, right alongside.
So here I am, lying in my kingdom staring at this star.
You'd think I'd stop right? I mean, there's nothing great about this star.
For all I know, it's always been there, in that black space and I never noticed it.
But of course, I only recall looking at the spangled night sky because I came to notice this burning ball of splendid.
I've been speaking to the star lately. I must be losing my mind though, why am I speaking to a star?
Is it because I long to speak to you as I speak to this star?
Has this tiny glitter of insignificance listened to the conversations I plan to have with you someday?
That's right, it's seen my smile and heard my laugh. Me perfecting my ****** expressions in anticipation of your responses.
This makes a ton of sense now, I guess it does.
This gold illuminating rock wasn't meant to mean all that it does.
Kind of ironic or double sided when I think about it.
I'm looking up again, I see the moon has kept it's regular schedule tonight.
The moon, why didn't I choose the moon to utter my story to?
The moon belongs to everyone doesn't it?
At the back of my mind, this golden Snowball belongs to me.
And when the time is right, I'm going to reach out, I just hope that at that time, you'll reach back!