Sitting here, on the

cold, hard ground, looking up at the

dark night sky.

The stars are out, and so close that

they seem almost within reach.

Reaching up to touch the stars

wanting to feel their warmth

and touching nothing but

cold air.

Far up in the night sky, the stars

still twinkle and far

far away from me.

I'm drifting apart, becoming

thousands of pieces of

dust, part of the ground.

I'm drifting, losing myself,

floating away

on the gentle night breeze.

Drifting, floating,


and the stars still twinkle above me.

But I,

I am no longer below.

I am everywhere.