Tonight the sky is full of stars,dark with bright white twinkling lights...but now the sky is bare
With the despair of nothing-ness as empty as my thoughts,but like this new bare sky nothing clouds my judgment just that empty grey space of a lone teen lost In a big floating world called
"Home".Is this really it…home? How does one live in such a cruel place?
So, I look up to the "shootingstars" wondering if this amazing phenomenon is even... Real. Am I real, is anything I say true? Words have been broken and re-created over centuries,
people lie so much I don't even know if its all real but can you blame me?
Can you blame me?
Do you ask the same questions as me? Do you think like the teenage girl with no overall rule is this ragged world?
... Sometimes I look to those now dull stars and say, "shooting stars who am I?"
