death.

when you feel like you're looking in from the outside, you're staring up at the infinite skies. the velvety darkness drapes and almost caresses around each star. beg for the stars to tell you a secret because they will. in return they will only ask you not to share what depths they are to let you explore.

they'll whisper their deepest secrets to you ever so softly. your ears will perk up at the sound of heaven. and you'll see the velvet drapes of sky hold the stars back, afraid they will say too much. but you've gained their trust, sitting outside every night wishing on one star after the other. you've told them your most secret desires and they in turn do the same. they will tell you the secrets of life, of your life.

the softness of their words, almost like breaths, will whisk you off your feet. you'll float along side with them, the velvet cascading around you. in them the will grant every single want, need, wish you might have made.

and then..and then.....peace.