my thaughts run wild as i think under the moon stairing up at it in the clear sky, with stars twinkling around it's embrace like dimonds. Strangly when i do this i'm reminded of my younger days when i would lay on my roof in the midst of winter stairing up at the dark, moon lit night. Something that has always soothed me, and tonight i have found my self cold, and laying down stairing up at the moon. All the problems i've had over the past week seemed to just vanish like a addict finaly getting his fix. Thank the stars for my own ignorace for some days it brings me such peace, and memorys of things i've long left behind.