Life's slowly losing its taste. Sometimes it feels as if my world is about to be blown away, other times I just try to calm my soul by constantly telling it, the stars will still be there once night falls. See life, life's a dark canvas, and those stars, those shinning lights are what make it livable, they are what makes you alive. Those little balls of fire, that illuminate your world, and having to leave them, leave the constellations of memories behind to move on to something new, hoping they'll be there waiting for you when you come back is the scary part, but it is the harsh reality. Even stars can only burn for so long. As for the kid who always wanted to be Spiderman, gets the first chance at adventure, and realizes is the price to pay really worth the adventure? Life's short, really short, and times like this you realize it more than ever, as you begin to notice the littlest things in life, and relive the regrets, as you look at the dark space left, and the constellations that almost were. So each night I take a few minutes out to look at those stars, memorizing where they were and how they were hoping they follow me to where life takes me.
So this is where I'll end this monologue, a boy sitting on the balcony treasuring the lights in his life with hope they never leave him.
