You’ll find me across the stars.
She wanted to believe in whatever existed across the stars.
The night-time brought out the fight in her.
It was the time for possibility and she could feel it like a spell taking over.
Most ideas were to be grasped to.
They called like the howls of a lone wolf.
Her ideas were creatures of the night,
and, though astray,
she was lead.
She finally had the direction,
trajectory that dissipated with the veil of reality that the morning brought.
The night was for dreamers,
and if you dared stay awake,
it could be for flight.
It was a wonderland of sorts,
but more like an overland.
Darkness was above light.
Not in an occult manner.
It’s just the closest she could get to walking among the stars.
It’s the closest she could get to the beyond.
Beyond real is infinitesimal space of wherever the mind desires to wander.
Fueled by emotion she travels.
The only fuel she has ever known.
She whispers, “Take me higher.”
There is greatness in her meaninglessness,
How few know the greatness of the nothingness of our lives.
How much harder it is to live in the dark than exist in the light.
But how much more significant, she thought.
“Even nothing is.”