Made of Stars

Samuel

I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds

Sam climbed the tree that lead to the Observatory in the dead of night, his footsteps sounding too loud to him in the still dark. Still, with his invisibility and how slow he stepped, he was sure he was safe. For someone to notice him, they would actually have to bump into him; and he had done his best to make sure no one was here before he had set off up the stairs.

Eventually he was at the top, and the stars were laid out above him - as terrified as he was, as nervewracking as the moment should have been, it was hard to deny the beauty in front of his eyes.

For a quiet moment, he sat down and looked up at the stars.