Stars

And for us, those who live in the bug shiny cities of dreams, glass and shit, the stars have fallen shut. We've forgotten the tininess of our feet, that our shoulders have nothing to lift but our heads, and that the only thing our chests has to bear is the weight of our heart.

The compressing black of the night's ground has disappeared from the minds of street lights. The fear of the dark has creeped out of our consciousness into places no one wants to see, and yet, everything we love, everything we can love, is human. Ideas are all we know.

As we shut down the nightlights, we are absolutely terrified of shutting down, of turning off, of simply stop (being), and also, there are the ones that desire it the most.

We need to be reminded of the endless time and that we’re not; that we can’t see  in the dark, that we long for warmth and the universe is getting colder until particles stop spinning. We need to be reminded to (to be able to) live, we need stories to cut our veins just to watch them heal.

I need to see the stars.

Escrito entre 2014-2015