Sometimes I stare out into space with no real thought one my mind, and yet a whole universe of them at the same time. Its a perculiar feeling, really. I wonder what lies beyond the countless stars twinkling above. How many more lay hidden beyond? What else awaits in the depths? Logically, I know they are just gas balls, smaller suns, and the works, but the little girl in me can't help wanting to wish upon a star, She can't help the magical dreams of far away planets and mysterious galaxies that feels her mind. That little girl sometimes wishes to become one with the stars and journey into their welcoming embrace. To join in their brilliant dance, to be something far away and just absolutely breathtaking. But alas, that little girl must grow up and face reality once again.