I wonder
how the night sky can be so vast
Yet, make me feel so compact
A disc that's been scratched
for years now
Yet, continues to play each track
I wonder,
what makes the night sky so scary
Is it the darkness?
The silence?
Or is it the story the darkness tells?
The pain, the loneliness
The heartache
The unknown frightens us all;
But I wonder,
what makes the night sky so beautiful?
Is it the stars?
Or is it the story the stars tell?
I wonder
If it is not the night that makes the sky beautiful,
But the person looking at it.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 9:21 PM UTC
I wonder
how the night sky can be so vast
Yet, make me feel so compact
A disc that's been scratched
for years now
Yet, continues to play each track
I wonder,
what makes the night sky so scary
Is it the darkness?
The silence?
Or is it the story the darkness tells?
The pain, the loneliness
The heartache
The unknown frightens us all;
But I wonder,
what makes the night sky so beautiful?
Is it the stars?
Or is it the story the stars tell?
I wonder
If it is not the night that makes the sky beautiful,
But the person looking at it.
Tbh, don't know where this came from nor how I feel so sorry if it doesn't make sense.
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