I look up to the sun, in the morning when the air is still crisp, the dew evaporating has left the air a cloudy mist. It has been there each morning Ive looked up to it, smiling upon my face caressing my cheeks as only a caring individual does, my sun. I look up each night.. to see stars in my sky.. twinkling... blinking.. looking down at me, and I up at it, as if we are reading eachothers codes, the blinking of my eyes, to the twinkle of the stars. My stars. Understanding that they will be there, each night i needed them, if not but one. Its funny how I look to these celestical beings to be my constant in a life that changes so often. When the people that we depend on dont come through, when the people that we love, dont caress our faces like a a caring soul. When everyone is awol, I have my thing in life that never changes, despite life, despite how busy, despite my schedule, and most of all, they dont place me second to none, and if we are missed, as clouds pass, they both eagerly greet me, as if they; like I have missed thier presence when I am with the sun, he is my sun, when I am with the moon, he is my moon, that will never change. Can you say the same about the people in your life?