I stargaze on my own far too often. Show me the universe dearly beloved of my past, present and future. Though there really is only past and future for the present is always becoming a memory with every thought I think. And every breath I take is my last. I just saw a shooting star as I write this. Wrote this. Will write. Time is merely a theory and every moment is a happening of our own creation. I wish for a secret you will not know, for its mine to know and yours to wonder. That was my second shooting star this evening and every wish is differed from the next. I'm wasting nonexistent time