Alone

I searched for the stars, they reminded me of lose hope. Almost like when you recieve your favorite colored balloon and you don't grip it tight enough.

It gets lost within the waves of wind until it has dissappeared in the sky; and all that's left is a shadow. Sometimes it felt as if the sky was the only thing there for me, because everytime I would look out the window the constellations and moon would glisten...just the right way.

I assumed they were speaking to me, since no one else bothered too. That night though....

The sky was pitch black, even the stars were leaving me too, one...by...one.