The sky just seems like a paracosm to me, and I experience just utter bewilderment at life because the clouds and moon and stars just enchant me and cause me to convert to such an odd way of thinking that I have to feel as though the night sky has a literal, tangible effect on me. I can never comprehend how someone couldn't fall in love with the abyss, it just captures your dry y soul and your mind and just all of you until there's nothing left on the earth but your feet and maybe your worries and the night sky could just be my latibule as some seek comfort in libraries or theaters. I'm in love with the stars and everything that decorated the blueness and the moon that makes everything visible and far more beautiful and it's not even something that's ephemeral, because regardless of my mood or the time I'll never have to wait longer than about twelve hours to just be shrouded in a place I feel high, and everything is silent except the things that shouldn't be, and you don't feel any of the things you shouldn't feel because the only thing there is to feel is the gradual warmth of the breeze and it smells exactly of the things it should smell of because that's what the night does
