I love the sky and all of it's wonders! When the sky is pitch black, I like to go outside and look up at the stars-with my head tilted all the way back. My present emotions drift away. When I'm looking up towards space, the stars remind me of little white diamonds sparkling in the sky. It's a reassurance that even though the world may be a dark place, there will always be the stars to light our lives. When I'm looking, I think about everything in my life that's most important to me, and I feel the greatest gratitude for my blessings.
Whenever I felt sad or discouraged in my younger teenage years, I would wait for the night to turn black and I would open my window to look at those marvelous stars. Occasionally I would see a plane and I would think, The whole world is out there, and all I have is holding me back. For all I have, what's holding me back? In a free country, We'll never know what it's like to be free, unless we're free in our hearts. When I turn 18, nothing will hold me back. No one, no words, no limitations will stop me, from me being free.
The moon is also a wonder to me. It's a flashlight to guide us through the dark. It's crazy to think, even though it's so far away, humans were able to reach it. We traded dreams for reality when Neil Armstrong took the first step on the moon. Perhaps all my life I have been intrigued with the night sky. For Mother's Day when I was 9 and in the 3rd grade, I made a notepad for my mother, Susy. I drew a moon and some stick figures and wrote, "I Love You to the Moon, And Back Again...". Maybe my teacher had a list of cheesy sayings, and I chose that one; but I chose that one. Needless to say, my mom loved it. At that time I was living with my dad and step mom in Colorado and I missed her so much. We made a promise over the phone that every night, at 8:00 pm, no matter if we weren't together, my mom would say "I Love You to the Moon", and I would say "And Back Again...". I'm sure my mom forgot many of the nights (she confessed), but whenever 8 o'clock rolled around, I was laying in my bunk bed gazing at the moon (or stars if i couldn't find the moon) and under my breath I would say "And Back Again...". I did it every night because it made me feel that even though we were in two different states, we could still be close to each other in my heart.
Nobody knew about this ritual until now...
Of course I don't do it anymore. Over the years my 9-year-old habit turned into the 16-year-old habit of staying up long past 8 o'clock, and the last thing on my mind is looking for the moon. My experiences with the sky have so much more value now that they don't happen as often. The first time I heard "Airplanes" by B.O.B. I was in my bed at nighttime and I started to cry because it reminded me so much of when I'd be looking out into the sky, trying to see the world past my window sill, and every time I would see an airplane ✈ flashing in the distance I would wish for the world, envying everyone on those planes for getting to see it while I am stuck in my room. Stuck growing up. Perhaps this can give you an idea of why I can't wait to turn 18. I can't wait to finally be able to do something with this whole wide world that's sitting underneath my toes. Before you're 18 you can see it, and breath it, and taste it, and smell it, but no matter how hard you try to reach for it, it's just barely out of your grip. Can we pretend that airplanes✈ in the night☾ sky are like shooting stars☄, I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now. The world's no place for a minor.
I have a feeling that no matter how old I become, my passion for the night will remain strong. I'm a night owl, and all we need is the Stars and Moon.
♥Flying out with The Birds and Bows♥ (preferably into the blackness of the night),
Whenever I felt sad or discouraged in my younger teenage years, I would wait for the night to turn black and I would open my window to look at those marvelous stars. Occasionally I would see a plane and I would think, The whole world is out there, and all I have is holding me back. For all I have, what's holding me back? In a free country, We'll never know what it's like to be free, unless we're free in our hearts. When I turn 18, nothing will hold me back. No one, no words, no limitations will stop me, from me being free.
The moon is also a wonder to me. It's a flashlight to guide us through the dark. It's crazy to think, even though it's so far away, humans were able to reach it. We traded dreams for reality when Neil Armstrong took the first step on the moon. Perhaps all my life I have been intrigued with the night sky. For Mother's Day when I was 9 and in the 3rd grade, I made a notepad for my mother, Susy. I drew a moon and some stick figures and wrote, "I Love You to the Moon, And Back Again...". Maybe my teacher had a list of cheesy sayings, and I chose that one; but I chose that one. Needless to say, my mom loved it. At that time I was living with my dad and step mom in Colorado and I missed her so much. We made a promise over the phone that every night, at 8:00 pm, no matter if we weren't together, my mom would say "I Love You to the Moon", and I would say "And Back Again...". I'm sure my mom forgot many of the nights (she confessed), but whenever 8 o'clock rolled around, I was laying in my bunk bed gazing at the moon (or stars if i couldn't find the moon) and under my breath I would say "And Back Again...". I did it every night because it made me feel that even though we were in two different states, we could still be close to each other in my heart.
Nobody knew about this ritual until now...
Of course I don't do it anymore. Over the years my 9-year-old habit turned into the 16-year-old habit of staying up long past 8 o'clock, and the last thing on my mind is looking for the moon. My experiences with the sky have so much more value now that they don't happen as often. The first time I heard "Airplanes" by B.O.B. I was in my bed at nighttime and I started to cry because it reminded me so much of when I'd be looking out into the sky, trying to see the world past my window sill, and every time I would see an airplane ✈ flashing in the distance I would wish for the world, envying everyone on those planes for getting to see it while I am stuck in my room. Stuck growing up. Perhaps this can give you an idea of why I can't wait to turn 18. I can't wait to finally be able to do something with this whole wide world that's sitting underneath my toes. Before you're 18 you can see it, and breath it, and taste it, and smell it, but no matter how hard you try to reach for it, it's just barely out of your grip. Can we pretend that airplanes✈ in the night☾ sky are like shooting stars☄, I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now. The world's no place for a minor.
I have a feeling that no matter how old I become, my passion for the night will remain strong. I'm a night owl, and all we need is the Stars and Moon.
♥Flying out with The Birds and Bows♥ (preferably into the blackness of the night),
*♪Music makes my heartbeat♥. Here are some songs that inspire my words:
Vanilla Twilight by Owl City
Holding us back by Katie Herzig
Airplanes Part 2 by B.O.B. Ft. Hayley Williams and Eminem
Sticks & Stones by The Pierces
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