stay awake at night and watch the stars. they ebb and flow like our oceans only we can barely notice that with our eyes. we barely notice a lot of things where those stars are concerned. by the time we see them, they've exploded and died. what we see is the memory of them. in memoriam in the sky.
the skies tell a story we only ever pay attention to during the day. we watch the clouds form pictures and we watch planes with wistful eyes - daytime's shooting star. the sun blazes and we take notice, but the moon glows and we rest.
maybe the moon is okay with simply guiding our dreams, casting soft glows as we slumber, but i want to do it justice. it lights up the nights, we should at least explore the world in its shades of grey. at least delve around inside what night has to offer before leaving. can life even be a life if time's never spent outside in the dark? dancing on sidewalks under the black summer sky, feeling night's breeze - different from day's - dance on your skin. stay awake at night because life wasn't meant to be spent asleep half the time.