As i lay here, i gaze above me. Stareing into an unknown. Somewhere noone has been. A sight to see, how many of them actually take the time to look up. Millions of them, all crowding around after work. After dinner, their dates, the movies, after everything. In the still and shutter of night, they shine bright. They capture my eye for beauty, my heart and my mind. I'm naturally attracted to these kind, always have been and always will. They make me want to cry, to scream , to yell, to kick , to lay , to kiss, to hold , to dream and to love. They puncture me, deep, ripping the soul right out of me. It doesn't hurt, but what doesn't kill you