i believe if you stare at the sky for long enough you’ll be driven insane.

purely by the fact, that even though you are reaching your all, it seems so close.

there is no chance you'll touch the sky.

ask to go to space, but all you’d be able to touch is not the stars.

 or the backdrop of endless darkness we look upon for the greeting between melatonin and the moon’s whisper.

that is why i call you the stars, the sun, the eclipse; for you are all the‌ unreachable; yet here you stand in front of me.