It's crazy just laying here under the moon and stars. I wonder which ones are still alive or if they're even a star. I wonder which ones are dead and long gone. I find it crazy that you can still see it's light even if it is non-existent. Like it's still there. If you stare at a star for long enough you start to see colors maybe 1 or 2. Some have red tints to them. Some have orange. And some are brilliant. I don't know how to describe it. I wonder if another universe has life. I wonder if a person or something like me is staring up at the sky at the same time thinking the same thing I'm thinking. Time must be different up there so how could I even say "at the same time". It must be different.
When you look up at the sky, in the middle of no where. No city. No lights. Not even a fire. There are so many stars. It's unbelievable if you've grown up in the city and have never set foot out of it. I wonder if they're even stars. If what I'm looking at is a star or another world, another place. I wonder if they represent the people we've lost. The reason why there are so many. The reason why, on a cold and silent winter night, you can only think of them. How they used to smile and laugh and how you won't get to see it again. Except in pictures and videos you've kept. Sometimes if you really know the person you can look at them in a photograph and see their smile but pain in their eyes. Just like how you start to see colors in the stars in the sky. But there's a moment, despite all the pain, where there's brilliance. And that's when you realize that you've been staring at the moon this whole time.