The feeling I get looking at the moon on a quite night, reminds me of you.
Something about star gazing and hoping to see a shooting star to change it all.

Feel the gentle wind kiss my face like you would in the morning.

The sparkling night sky light up with all the vibrant stars remind me of the looks you would give with those innocent eyes.

Sitting with you in our spot on top of the world as if death was in our control, our finger tips.

Many times I think of going back there in hopes to see you, I stay away of course.

Looking to the sky for answers,
Vast and ever growing, constantly changing around us with out us ever noticing, too busy looking down at our phones or around us trying to bump into the next ****, rush, or release to escape our ignorance.
Here it is always watching, innocent and waiting to have the attention it deserves such as I seek attention from you.