My Incantation

Well you know its not easy facing up when your whole world is black and for some reason I love to stare at the night sky. I could sit there for days just staying there staring at the sky. It just feels ......

Up,up In the sky. My exhaustive stare ponders and waits. What is it I seek?

My hands extend upward into the elaborate air. Trying to find it, but I never do. Why is this action so tautological??

In a way its become manditory to me. But deep inside my own cognizant, I know the axiom. No one will beat it out of me. Not even my faithful Queen.

That one answer is mine and mine alone. It will cause sorrow for many but great mirth for me. Untill that day i dormantly wait and forever will gaze towards the sky. ??

I will find the malignant key to my door of anguish.