I woke up when it was still dark out. I put on my sweatshirt, sliding my arms through the sleeves.

Check downstairs, nothing.

I opened my window and was blasted by the dusk air. I stepped out onto my roof.

Inhale, Exhale.

I felt totally calm in the most placid place in my world. I sat there alone except for my thoughts, watching the sunrise.

Life, death.

Love, hate.

Together, alone.
To think that something so far away governs our life. It is what keeps us alive. It is so important, and yet we don't recognize its importance enough.

The stars are fading now. Fading out of our view and into the view of someone else. The sky holds all but few of the most majestic entities in our universe.

And we're stuck down here. Makes you feel small. That is a nice feeling, or can be. Some dread it knowing that they’re not the top of the food chain. Others it lets them feel comfortable knowing that they are not an ultra-important being. For me, it helps me to know that I can just keep living.