why do we bare the weight of worlds and galaxies on our shoulders?
why do we bother aligning the stars for someone who doesn’t take notice of the constellations?
why do we hurt to feel, and feel to hurt?
why do we dream of being elsewhere when there's nowhere else to be?
maybe one day we'll learn to love ourselves again,
to maybe not feel like a walking empty vessel,
to maybe realize that we can breathe without being weighed down by our misfortunes,
to maybe realize that the stars align themselves on their own terms,
maybe then, we'll realize what it's like,
to feel whole again.