Midnight turns the skies black with tempting stars, creating forms that cause us to question our existence here on earth. We are seeds scattered in this forest we call the universe, planted and placed and still growing...who did this?

I sometimes feel lonely staring at the moon and the darkness that surrounds it and hovers so high above me. It makes me feel small and so far from my beginnings. Will I ever grow tall enough to reach beyond those tiny lights in the sky that hang so perfectly still? I swear sometimes they whisper their secrets in my ear and call out to me...