Star light, star bright.

Alone, tonight, I see the stars.
Sometimes I talk to them, imagining they whisper back to me through the trees. They know all my secretes, those bright points. In the lonely night I tell them how I love and how I hate- all of my sins are laid bare to this supreme confessor.
There are days when I slip away to play in the fallen temples of my own personal what ifs. I run through the city and dance on shiny black stages and in the end I collapse in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Most of all on these nights I am not alone. My star friends take on faces and we giggle together and I am no longer alone.
Then something wakes me up. Someone calls and they talk about the Real World and I am dragged back, kicking and screaming and cursing.
Tomorrow I'll close my eyes again and the stars will come out and I won't be alone.