I look at the starry sky, pen and paper in hand.
I carefully sketch the night, as it's faraway lanterns of magic shine brightly.
As i finish, I look at the paper and the sky.
I gleam brightly, happy that i have found my comfort.
Then, looking back at him, I giggle.
He's distracted by the starry night.
I held his hand, unaware that he'd look back at me.
I feel as if i am free, my mind tranquil and serene.
As time marches, I feel more and more connected to the outer space.
It's as if i'm becoming one with the stars.
One with the midnight above me.
But I stay.
I stay to dream about being as beautiful as the midnight sky.