Stars. (Poem again ik ik)

TW - This one actually needs one for sewerslide undertones

The stars are inviting me somewhere. I dont know where, how im going to get there or why, but they call out to me each night i sleep. The hands of the empty black space we call the sky are grabbing at my skin, pulling me down into their comforting arms.Their voice, it beckons me. Beckons me to watch them, beckons me to speak to them. The Moon, it tells me to do things one could never do to themself in return for sanctuary. My life, my life is centered up with them. My life has start with them, and it will end the same. I will look up to the stars tonight and dream of what we could do when i reach them.