Even the stars fall from the sky

There once was an owl who lived in a tree
I went to go see him and he said to me

'Who?'

It's okay
It's alright
Take my hand
Come with me tonight

Nocturne

Moonlight creeps in her silent glory
Slowly unfolding her mournful story
As a thousand midnight stars reflect
the quiet dreams each dreamers kept

What are you looking for?

I've been searching for something but I'm not sure just what.
The search compels me to continue
Draws me deeper
Draws me closer
It begs me.

10:33

I have reason to believe the grass might be a little greener on the other side.
Here it's brown and withered and dead. And everytime the wind blows it gathers up the few remaining survivors and scatters them far from their orgins.
Perhaps I should look for greener pastures.
Maybe somewhere far from this place it is green and awake and bright.
Maybe the wind is light and sweet and caressing and it won't try to push me down.
maybe it's out there
but the winter is deep and dark and mean
and dead