Sometimes,
I stare at the stars.
It's almost like some kind of event for me,
A recurring celebration or memorial.
A birthday, christmas or halloween.
"Starday."
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Someone once said,
"What if it was a just a ceiling,
And the stars were just lightbulbs."
And I laughed at the idea.
A real laugh.
A child's laugh.
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I used to sit outside,
on the cold, wet, grass,
in the middle of the night.
I'd ***** my head to the heavens and just watch.
Obsidian.
An ocean of black,
lined with burning jewels, winking back at me.
I figured,
explorers had already mapped and navigated all the others.
There was but one ocean left.
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Sometimes I'd imagine
that a spaceship would open up the sky,
Drifting down on a wave of fire and light.
And they would pick me up,
They'd pick me up and steal me away.
They'd say,
"We heard your prayers."
And I'd say,
"Finally."

N.H.