I found myself alone, wandering one night, like many nights before.
I walked to the edge of a cliff,
I looked to the sky, at all the numberous amounts of stars, galaxies, and planets, and I wondered, I pondered on my existence and overall point in life
I started talking to the moon,
The moon has been my friend, even since I started to cry and shed blood in the time of the moon.
The moon was my only friend, being able to flux and wax and wane as I did during the course of the month.
I cried to the moon, the stars, the galaxies, pleading with them to take me away,
away from this place where I constantly found myself with no one to talk to, loneliness always my only companion, my dark passenger tagging along with me, like a lost puppy, my anger and self-hate towards myself reflected in the scars that covered my body, and the whole world seems to be turned against me. At this time, I felt like I could take no more, I felt the urge of my soul to just lean a little bit further over the edge and let gravity take care of the rest for me.
And at that moment I felt the universe talking to me,
telling me to
WRITE.
Write all my feelings, thoughts, emotions, cares, and mind away.
So I guess, what I'm trying to say is, this isn't for me,
this is for you.
People always explain that the stars is filled with endless emptiness,
the sky is not filled with emptiness it's filled with more things than ever gets expressed.
It's filled with worries, anquish, teenage angst, worries of a parent, the stresses of becoming an adult. All the different phases of life, with the worst feelings spread out into the galaxy.
It's filled with me,
it is me,
it's everything I am, want to become, and hope to be.
and through it, my life is expressed.
