Let me tell you a story. One about a night sky and many constellations.
I dream with my eyes open. When i close them i see a whole galaxy filled with constellations. I dream in words and think in pictures. I fall asleep to the stories that float around in my own head.
My first love was the first ever letter i wrote. I could dream one word and have it mean thousands. My mind is a thesaurus full of people that don’t exist.
When I was severely depressed*, the way i cut myself was different. I pierced my skin with words carved with anything that would show. The only love i knew was from the ones that floated onto my paper. And now i have no release. My handwriting has gotten terrible.
I stopped writing after high school graduation. Slowly i had lost my galaxy. It dwindled until the very last star. For years, i laid in my bed and looked for the constellations that filled the dark. Yet, the one star i did have was constantly dimming.
Until now. With my first college graduation right around the corner—I finally have found what I’ve been looking for. And right now, i have one constellation....
*: though i am no longer suffering from severe depression, your girl still suffers from mild depression. Just thought I should mention it.
With this being the first thing i have written in 3 years. Continue looking for my first update and never giving up hope for my return.
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