Whispers

The whispers in the stars call to me. Begging me to come closer to hear the stories they have to tell of the love and tragedies they have forseen. Yet their just beyond my reach. Always leaving me grasping for more. Just giving me a small taste of the knowledge I wish to intake. They know of the past, present, and of whats to come.... So why do they call to me? Only to pull away when I finally start to understand my place in the world, and the reasons in which things have needed to happen....Do I sit back and wait to hear them again, or forget them? Maybe my mind and heart aren't know I can not handle the truths and the answers to the whys yet, and pull me back to safety just in time. So do I keep trying? Maybe i'm not ready yet to see what lies behind those doors.... Yet how will I ever know? The question itself will forever haunt me till I finally seek the answers. Though once I have them there's no turning back....