Often I worry about being alone
letting the chaotic world we live in consume me
take me to a place where the mice chatter
and birds hum
I let myself think that everyone is so far away
when in reality
we are all under the same night sky,
rocking us to sleep when the sun heads west
we all share the same light,
beaming down onto our fragile skin
and the clouds that graze through the sky,
when our day becomes haze
so maybe, just maybe
we aren’t as lonely as we may percive
we must gaze into the soul of the night sky
and tell the shining stars
everything we wish we could tell
the far gone spirts
of the ones we wish to be with
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