Phyllipa

For some reason I cannot understand I have always loved the stars whenever I step out into the dark, I always always look up and gaze at the stars It is not the looming night that I admire - nor the pale and aloof moon and the sun I disdain No It is the faraway stars that I love so much They are so truthful, so deceptive like the human heart They all seem cold and tiny, frail and breakable like ice like crystal like fire against glass they seem to dance and glimmer, to flicker and shimmer but they do not it is only when you truly see them with your eyes that you perceive the extreme heat dangerous terrifying powerful not