Tracing constellations and chasing shooting stars she began to grow lost in the field of night air.
Sleep never came easily and comfort was found in the indigo sky
speckled with the distant stars twinkling ever so slightly.
She wondered how long those stars have lived;or how long they've been dead to be shining so bright.
How far away are they?
How close?
She closed her tired eyes, though still she never slept.
Instead she imagined chasing the shooting stars and catching one in her hand
Finally holding exactly what she's sought to find:
sleep.