Every night I look above to the stars listening for answers to questions that have not yet even left my lips

 My eyes graze the spotted horizon looking for a sign that will silence my thoughts just long enough to exhale and soothe my soul

 Some nights I hear soft whispers encouraging me to no longer worry and mope, some nights, a deafening silence reminding me of my own loneliness

 The man in the moon sits in the skies, slowly stalking those of us that stare at him back- I call out to him for guidance but he disappears before I can finish my plea

 Turning back to all the little stars, I painfully digest that I may not understand the answers they shine nightly