Depression Is My Kryptonite

New Perspective And It's Starry Future

I like this new perspective although it's only in my brain I thought I'd try it out on the page.

When I look up at first I see skies of gray like a very cloudy day, but then it descends into a never ending pool of stars that stretch so much farther than my eyes can reach. I see tree tops high in the sky outlining the euphoric appearance of these gems above my head.

The constilation takes on a story of its own, mapping out my future which was priginally unknown and my past which used to be my present and the present which is now the past.

Playing connect the dot with what seems to be the highlight of a broken heart I start to find the beginning of the story.

Next is a face, fixated with sorrow and weary of his fears. I can tell by the details and the structure of the eyes in the sculpture.

He's surrounded by plenty of other stars, but he caught my eye first. The mystery in his pale shining eyes. How he doesn't speak all day and it makes me want to see if he's okay. When he gets restless, or when he gets stressed and wants to say "Fuck this." He's still sitting up there, waiting for someone or something to take him away.

Then I see a lonely little outline. Apart from all the rest. She sits there, her starry sapphires staring back at him. Her appearance is tough, she probably looks like she's got her shit together. Well, inside there's a whole other story.

The stars that make up her body have created scars across her mind.
Verbal and Emotional Abuse.

Scars across her thigh.
Abuse From Her Own Mind.

No one cares enough to see her. Although she is shining her shine is duller than the rest, as if she were hiding in her own mess.

However, as I watch them, I see the constilation come together.

His sorrow has faded and he looks joyous for tomorrow. He will survive another day and he'll be happy to see her.

Her scars are embracing and everyone can see the abuse that she's taking. She'll get the help that she deserves and she'll be able to have him again.

They'll take each other in the other's arms and dance among the other stars. For some of them are bitter that they found joy in their downfall and others are happy that they both returned safely to their bodies with their minds intact and a new love.

Seemingly running out of the sky, I try to chase them. Why did they leave me behind?

When I've failed and my legs have fallen weak, I see something else that catches my eye much to my surprise.

Across the yard where I was watching the stars I see a boy.

His face is shrouded in sorrow, as if he doesn't feel like there will be a tomorrow.

The stream. I find the small stream and look inside.

My appearance is the same as the lonely scarred little outline.

I run to him and take him in my arms without a single word. The relief that I feel when he let's out a small sigh fills me with joy and my scars start to shine like the stars in the night sky.

Tears are running down my cheeks and fears are turning the other cheek to what makes him feel complete.

We laugh and we hug and we feel the love.

The future, be it unknown, is still written in the stars. Looking up we see the once sorrowful man and the scarred lady as they reach out of their constilation for our hands.

As we step up the starry steps we just seem to run out of our past and present and onto our future together.