Overestimated.

Breathe,
the air of night is so different.
sweeter,
so full of the energy i crave.
Let the body split,
all directions at once.
To take in the softness.
velvet, velvet night.
Pick the stars out of the sky.
They all have their stories.
I hang each star from a hook,
they swing from my ears and my nose and my eyes.
Some even fall on my shoulders.
I do not twinkle and shine like they think i do,
I just listen to the stars.