Night headaches.

Stars. Tightly wound together by the silver thread of nothingness. I'm beautiful under them, with them. Silent, burning, far from here. Leaning towards the notion that there's such a thing as too much. All the right reasons sometimes take you to the wrong path, though it may seem nonsensical. Not that I'm walking it, but maybe I'm eager to. Maybe I want to go down the lane of the easy, detached individuals. Thinking maybe I will say no this time.