The Boy and the stars

I wrote this kind of fast, i was outside and the night was clear, had alot of thinking time and this is a story I came up with. It's not the best i may fix it because i still think its to vague. But i understand what im trying to convey and i hope you do to. please comment and share.

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The boy was naive, Insecure, and Analytical 

Not sure of who he was, where he was, and why he was there

Confused most of the time,

Questions filled his head

Music made them alive

But no one could ever answer them

So he turned to the stars

The boys imagination was endless

He could see the whole world when looking at them

And all he had to do was step out in his back yard

His family would tease

His friends could never relate

So he kept to himself most of the time

Until night came

Then he’d turn to the stars

He’d ask them questions, talk to them, and hear what they had to say

He was no physic, nor a god

Just Human

But the stars were his friends

He dreamed of one day getting to see them all

But knew he never would

So one day he told the stars

“Why do you make yourself so easy to see, but so hard to reach?”

And they respond

“The more you dream, The more real we become”

Angry and confused, he cursed at the wind

And they told him

“When we become easy to obtain, dreams will cease to exist”

“We keep ourselves out of reach so you can shoot higher and higher until finally one day your where we're at”

With a blank stare about to tear, he realized

All of his questions had been answered