The Weight of my Guillotine

lightning

I used to watch the lightning because i was scared of it. Afraid of what it will do.
And that's where i learned how to streak across the sky.
I acted as a shooting star, patching the holes torn by electricity.
My wish to make the world whole again.

But mending the sky will not mend the people.
I can sew the tears back together with a lazy ribbon, i can create comets for people to wish upon.
But in the city you can't see the stars and in Holland it's mid-afternoon.
We cannot even see the same sky.