By the time their light reaches my eyes
And dazzle me beyond belief
They are dead
What does that say of me,
The depressed girl who finds hope in the
Shining, sparkly specks in the too light night sky
Who seem so alive, but have died long ago
When I can find a space that is dark enough
(In the literal sense)
I lay upon the ground, be it gravel, grass, pavement, or sand.
And stare, stare, stare in wonder
At those glorious specks of death