Stars

From somewhere beyond the murky gloom that serves as a constant reminder that you are bound to this earth lays a glimmer of something incomprehensible but yet so undeniably attractive that you reach out for it.

And you reach out, like a child stretching newly found fingers towards a speckled night sky in the hopes that the beautiful things you glimpse there will take mercy upon a soul that has only just recognized its own existence and come closer to comfort you in this time of wonder.

You are left standing upon a desolate shore as with age and wisdom each night those very stars that seemed so near at your birth drift further and further from your grasp, leaving you to wonder if they were ever near to begin with.

But yet, even though you now understand that the things you tried to grasp so hard as a child, with every breath, you understand that these things will never be yours. Then tell me why you find yourself seated beneath that speckled sky every night glancing up at those taunting stars and why did you reach a hand out towards them once again?