Epistles for my thorned metaphors

graveyard of stars

i can see the graveyard of
stars as i sat down
in my balcony.
holding a glass
of grog, thinking why
the moon shines,
but i cannot.

can i still see the lively stars?

i reach for the stars,
but it's too far away.
i wanted to swim
in the river of galaxy,
but i am drowning.
i wanted to touch the
milky way, but i am
not living on lively earth.
i am nowhere to be found.

i am lost,
broken,
unhinged,
would the graveyard of stars
come to rescue me
in the midst of
drowning?