Little stars.

There are too many stars to count, an impossible task really. And yet... I find myself wanting to lay out underneath their dotted, splotchy blanket of light just to imagine of the day that they were brought to a definite sum. I'm sure that I'll never be the one to do that, but it doesn't hurt to dream, imagine, be so idealist that realism isn't an option really.
Ugh.
So here's that moment, where I'm spreading out my blanket on the damp, grassy hillside. I'll slide comfortably on to my back and let my eyes wander up to the top of the world. From there, I could lay there forever or I might change my position depending on how antsy I get, heck, I might even roll up the blanket just to throw it in the back of my trunk and forget about it indefinitely as I drive away to some place else. New.
It really makes me wonder, with all the people that walk into our life, that we give that little bit of real estate in our hearts, what happens when they leave? Is the property still under their name and if it is what happens if they decide to come back? Life never stops, so does that mean we should put footholds into these places so that we can always go back to them, or are we suppose to grow and pray that things grow together instead of fall apart.... I'm not sure.
At this time, it's like the world is at my fingertips. In one years time I will be enrolled in some college with people I don't know, hoping that with the people I do we won't grow apart. I don't think it's wrong to be scared about that, I think it's pretty normal.
Really... all we ever have is the handful of stars that we counted, on that night that we decided to sit on the hill and just do it.
We'll always hold on to them.
Like little memories that we keep in a secret treasure chest where time can't intrude and everything is safe from a fine layer of dust that wishes to take away the intensity.
They will always burn bright, brighter than our favorite memories of our due course of life.
I believe, that there is memories, there are experiences, and all the other words that could be used to explain times in our life that we remember. But, in the end,I think the brightest moments that define us and our decisions on who we became resemble stars. On the nights that they happened we would look up to the sky thinking, "I can't believe this is happening to us."
All we have is a handful of stars and feet that always move forward. So lets pray that we meet again.https://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&v=YeaVfVhq1AE&feature=endscreen