"Come on, what would I do without you?"

I think my main problem is that I always expect a safety net at the bottom of every one of my jumps.

I like to aim at the prettiest stars right on top.

The ones that glitter the brightest in the pitch dark of the sky.

But when I can't reach it,I don't seem to want to suffice to the little ones at the bottom.

I don't know why,they glimmer too.

And sometimes they also shine the brightest.

Whilst the one at the top burns into silver ashes.

Alike my dreams.

It would be unfair if not utterly selfish for me to stay undecided.

But it is what I am.

In the coziest corners of the night,as my mind gently prods it's way through the galaxy.

I drift of and I think of...

You.