I Dont Know From

And I think I like it. The places quiet call to me, and if I miss you I can always watch tv and get sick of all of you all over again, but I think I'll stick to watching the real stars in a land with few lights, supine on a blanket with love in held hand, our eyes scraping along the rim of the sky. My favorites are every single one, but some talk to me in twinkle speak, colors flashing in time to my hearts beating; but they only utter of awe, and we only listen to what? We want too.