when. the. stars. fall; the. sun. is. still. shining.

I am an enigma, a puzzle scattered across the heavens. I am the color of orange traffic cones, holding fast to safety, but often overlooked. I am the stars, holding fast to the myriads of constellations that hold my soul captive. I am a whisper in the rain. I am the final note of an unfinished song, the word that harrows a soul that is desperately searching for more. I am the last leaf falling from a tree in its final autumn. I am a white hole, releasing light and chaos in instants. I am vanilla ice cream, eaten with artificial layers of sweetness. I am the whiff of French cafes in the spring. I am a star fallen from orbit. I am an enigma.