Stars.
I see them brilliantly posed against the soft, dark sky and my heart begins to swell with joy. And sorrow.
Tonight, I am more restless than a butterfly caught in a summer net.
I miss the safe feeling of looking up into the night sky with the ones you love most beside you.
Time has worn us thin, and age only seems to get heavier as the years roll by.
I wonder at how time is described is unforgiving- and I cannot help but question why time is so quickly judged when it seems to me that memory is the most unforgiving of all.
Time eventually heals all wounds, but memory keeps them fresh.
Time brings the natural evolution of change, but memory never alters.
What a mess I make- hovering like a tiny pinprick of light over the endless expanse of city life.
Tonight, I wish I was somewhere else.
My mind rus like a clock, whirring and shaking and moving along pathways, gear lines and repetitive sequences.
Reflecting on the images and frames from ladders and stilts, off which hang the shredded remains of far-fetched hopes and dreams.
and I cannot help but wonder- is this all I’m made for?
I- I am wild and raw from wounds that are still bleeding, and as I sit under the stars contemplating years of memories gone by, I find myself grieving deeply for the girl I used to be when I was a child.
If you were to take one look at me, you would see right through.
My transparency would light up to your senses like the night sky on the 4th of July.
If you were to see me, I would simply shatter.
Shards upon shards, littering the floor, like so many stars glitter and enflame the night sky.
Stars… Now we have come full circle.
And I still cannot help but wonder- is this all I’m made for?
