Beneath the cold sun I sit, Head down, eyes shut, gazing at the stars. How they ever shine so gorgeously is amazing in its own. Am I dreaming? Have I lost all contact with my conciseness? I pinch myself and feel a slight , prickly pain jolt up my arm. Such a perfect flaw i have somehow managed to stumble upon. Not even I could dream of such beauty. This is obviously the work of a god. Vermilion and cobalt rays flow across the sky sending carefully folded notes of happiness to my peripherals. Could this somehow be some sort of unconscious being? These are only questions of hope, for spending eternity in a place such as this would truly be a godsend. I am lost, hopefully never to be found