Tomorrow I will fly. Tomorrow, I will fly out of here. Tonight however, I will crawl back inside. To reside and  neglect anything beautiful about  myself. Tonight I will fall asleep to the symphony of the starlight sky. Aching is the heart and restless is the mind of mine that screams out WHY?  Why are the lines on paper so thin?  Atlas with the weight of the world on his back awknowledges it's strength. Adulation within. The line's ability to hold heavy words, words to shame. To shame the holding powers of gravity itself. How man is held down by the natural powers only to lift himself and others by the power of unnatural words. Words that surge through the masses, Words that galvanize. That Galvanize the heart of a little girl. A girl that will grow. Grow to spread your aged words with hers, and change her world with the help of yours. Why has man becomed cursed yet  blessed? Because our curious souls beat DOWN,DOWN,
DOWN the adversary of standing ignorance that burys our path and uproots the beautiful orchids ahead. Cursed are we when we stop fighting and allow ignorance to have our heads. We tear up when disaster hits, we yell when we are wronged yet we can be quiet when others are. How many of our wrongs have been made to make this beautiful night bright? How many wrongs of our kind that has yet to have been rectified? Will this beautiful night lead to an undisirable morning for our children? I sigh tonight with their souls in mind. I cry inside with hands held out high when I look at this sky. Why be so quiet when you hold something so beautiful? How once great men have stared into her open eyes, crying the same woes as I tonight. The stars, the epitome of beauty for which is not for our hands and feet to touch. YET! For I see our children frolicking their youthful spirits away on the star I once gazed upon. I think that is the reason why we see stars as beacons of hope. The same hope that writes our songs, that marches our feet, that tells the inspiring tales that makes yesterday's adversaries so small now. The bright light that blesses us tonight was smiled ions ago, how amazing it is that yesterday's past glows! So never tell me that when my candle is blown and long gone....that all is lost. The Stars, in their glowing jubilee playing the timpini to the beat of the magestic composer of the universe. How I wish to touch thee. But for now I listen. The sky, a paradox of its own speaks volumes of stories, even when it is silent. May it's silent story guide me, to help reveal theshidden wings of mine so that I may fly and soar high! A catipillar tonight will be a butterfly in the morning. So, I will crawl back inside. To reside. I will lie. Right here, falling asleep to the symphony of the starlight sky.
                                                
                                                        - Julien Grey