staring-at-stars

Every time you look up at the stars, it__ like opening a door. You could be anyone, anywhere. You could be yourself at any moment in your life. You open that door and you realize you__e the same person under the same stars. Camping out in the backyard with your best friend, eleven years old. Sixteen, driving alone, stopping at the edge of the city, looking up at the same stars. Walking a wooded path, kissing in the moonlight, look up and you__e eleven again. Chasing cats in a tiny town, you__e eleven again, you__e sixteen again. You__e in a rowboat. You__e staring out the back of a car. Out here where the world begins and ends, it__ like nothing ever stops happening.