I can’t stop staring at the stars.
I’m drawn to them. I can feel them.
It makes me sad to look at them. They’re beautiful, yes, but they’re not a whole.
They’re a thousand shards, scattered in the dark.
And I can feel it.
I throw my head back, soaking in the sight, and it echoes deep inside me. I stand there till my neck aches and I feel dizzy, but I can’t stop.
Why are they broken?
Why are they scattered?
How did they get like this?
And why am I the only one who sees?
People look at the stars in wonder and awe. They see beauty.
Why can’t they see the brokenness?
Can I see more than they can? Can I see further?
Or maybe I can’t see far at all. Maybe what I’m seeing is right in front of me. I can only see the closest things.
Like my reflection.