Until I don't count the stars in the sky so deep. I think I won't be able to sleep. But then how would I be able to dream. Dreams that make my closed eyes gleam. Maybe I get a nightmare. So I plan to stay awake and at the night sky I stare. Countless stars shining so bright. Trying to outshine the moon's light. The moon is aware of it's deadly charm. Even if all stars combined, there will be no harm. While lying comfortably on the ceiling. I am getting goosebumps, and some weird tingling feeling. The sky is so beautiful, vast and deep. Millions of secrets inside it keeps. Maybe it resembles our mind. It has no end and so much to find. Stars are so many, it's impossible to count them. It's easier to catch the imaginations in my mind and write a poem. How the thoughts change into words is kind of a mystery. But they do look beautiful in the form of poetry.