To shoot across the skies. To ride on a star and look at the milk pour from the heavens. To see candies rain down from the skies. To hold a key to something valuable and precious. To find the door to the treasure hidden within. To keep in mind the place where it is stored. To remember the gift you are seeking. To prepare yourself for it all.

To embrace the meekness. To look at a crystal in all its beauty. To see the light shine through it and reflect and refract. To hold it in your hands and feel your lips arch upwards. To wipe away the dirt.

To be on the star. To be that star. That one and bright star. The star that outshines all other stars.

To be a runner. And yet sit when you have not completed the race. Cry out and place ash on your head. Tear up your clothes and stay in anguish. Screaming, Lord, Lord, why have you forgotten me? Do not turn your face away from me.

To be questioned, son when was the last time you talked to me? Son, son why have you forgotten me?

Shooting stars. Make a wish.
Thoughts that are left undeveloped. Questions with no answers.
Yeah, we all need something to hold us all, dont we?

But really, why questions with no answer? Option one, we are too afraid to face it. Option two, we dont want to face it. Yes its the same.

Jason mraz - Plane


My thoughts are taking on a scary direction. Hold me.