I didn’t close the curtains because the night sky was speaking to me.
Clouds as soft as my king size sheets. But only one star staring in at me.. she’s just as lonely as me.
These windows make it seem like that universe up there could just engulf me.
I’m not afraid, please just take me.
Fly me across the sky like Peter taking Wendy’s hand.
Fly me to that star whose staring right back at me.