It was a dark life where rays of light would sometimes appear. You might have been happy with light, but I wasn't. It has only highlighted what I did wrong and everybody saw it. It sucks.
That was last week, nothing changed. It's still dark, the light still hurts. I'm sitting on a chair now, doing nothing useful and being stressed. I can't change. It can't change... I am written.
More rays of light, seemingly pleasant but burning the skin. I hide in my clothes. They hide all I am, my emotions, my personality, my story, my doom? The light hurts but nobody notices, I'm fine, I don't care, nobody should, nobody does. It was written.
A freezer with 14 bottles filled with tears. Nobody sees. Nobody cares. I'm fine, I don't care. It was written.
More people are around. Nobody cares, nobody should. Some hide, others emit light. Like the light of a flickering lamp. It is like a sky that has broken and is old and about to fall. Some people have 1 bottle and hide. Others have 20 bottles but shine. It doesn't matter, it was written.
The sky is about to fall, it cracks....
An anomaly.
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A star.
One star.
My star?
I can't reach it. Nobody notices. The star is weak. Do I care? Does it hurt? Will it die? I Want To [PROTECT]!
Was it written?
16 bottles of tears, 100 flacons of excuse, a droplet of hope. Nobody cares, nobody should. Everything was fine. Wasn't it written?
I Want To Protect.
A star, a light
One star
My star? My light?
I don't care. I don't care? Nobody should care. It was written.
Do I... care?
It was written? Nobody writes yet everyone reads. It is not. written.
It is still dark, nobody notices, nobody sees, I don't hide. I don't hide?
The star is still there, only one... Mine?
I can't reach, I keep looking. Filling up bottles, drinking from flacons. Savouring a droplet.
