I shot a hand up to the stars, grasping toward infinity with no hope of ever reaching it. "Do you ever look up at the sky and get really melancholic? Start to feel like maybe the only people who take the time to stop and look up are the lost and the broken? And since you're looking up with them, maybe you're lost and broken or maybe you're just feeling what they feel because the stars are like a dream we all reach for yet never attain?"

Silence reigned over the darkness around us. I was beginning to wonder if she was finally asleep when I heard her quiet response. "Or maybe the people who look up are simply too scared to take that risk and reach for the stars. Maybe they're only sad because they limit themselves. Maybe it isn't the sky's fault. Maybe, they could do it, meet infinity, if they only believed in themselves."

Like a key in a lock, our fingers intertwined, finding where they belonged and clicking into place. I sighed. My hand had found a home. So had my heart. But my mind? My mind was everywhere and no where all at once. My mind had traveled the world and come back more confused than when it left. I was lost in my quest for infinity and I didn't know if I would ever find my way.