I could not sleep for thinking of the sky
The unending sky, with all its million suns
Which turn their planets everlastingly
In nothing, where the fire-haired comet runs.
If I could sail that nothing, I should cross
Silence and emptiness with dark stars passing;
Then, in the darkness, see a point of gloss
Burn to a glow, and glare, and keep massing,
And rage into a sun with wandering planets,
And drop behind; and then, as I proceed,
See his last light upon his last moon's granites
Die to a dark that would be night indeed:
Night where my soul might sail a million years
In nothing, not even Death, not even tears.

I was lying in my bed tonight, with my shutters up and my room full of darkness, there I see the sky blanketed with bright shining stars. A pity I can't see a complete view as the postgraduate building is blocking parts of the night sky.
It's been sometime since I gazed at stars to sleep. I remembered those secondary school years when I was still living in Sembawang, how I used to sleep with my curtains drawn apart or the windows open. I would gaze at the stars in the sky till I fell asleep. It was a big clear view from my window, how I used to look at them and wish that they will take me away from this world, and how I used to cry over my feelings of loneliness with them. And the stars... only sparkle and dazed at me, as if telling me to go on as I might shine someday like them. Those stars still burning brightly, they are so beautiful. Oh, those stars... how they accompany me when I am lonely...