Under the Stars

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Sitting under the stars I look up and stare, oblivious to the darkness that surrounds me,
I feel the soft bristle of grass graze my neck and shoulders and think back on childhood memories that haunt my mind.

Sitting under the stars I wistfully gaze into the depth of the dark abyss and envision those memories spiralling to life before me,
I stare sadly at seemingly nothing, yet everything that matters to me, and all at once I am aware of the blurriness that envelops my eyes.

Sitting under the stars, I feel a tear fall softly down my cheek, an unwlecome guest that in this moment I do not wish to adore,
for it is a shard of glass that threatens to break the fragile walls that I have built around me year after year.

Sitting under the stars I furiously wipe at the infinity of tears from my eyes, wishing no longer to see the ghosts of my past,
so I chased the thoughts away, knowing they would eventually return I closed my eyes and tried to listen to the distant echoes of creatures within the shadows.

Sitting under the stars, eyes closed as I lay there, no stars within my sight, only the neverending darkness, as a faint whisper that comes from above
guides me to an eternal slumber as surely as the night fades away into silence.
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~Author's note PLEASE READ~

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