Here we are one again, moon less sky, with mans light blocking the art that fills the sky... Its vast nebula of endless space, running from any grasp that reach out to it, yet ending within the grasp of one greater. With endless space and endless possibilities, why do I feal trapped by gravity and the world when I constantly escape from it in my dreams. Maybe on can grow weary of themselves and that is my now, but being content means excepting this fealing. I deny it, so later I will work and let gravity hold me down as I hold high and change for a little while. Maybe some smacks against the unsuspecting will liven up the place. But for now, I'll strain my eyes to look at the star less sky, remembering what is hidden beyond the light.