A sky above me, full
Of spaces between stars.
Of more questions than answers.
Of a life of hurt, unheard and unseen.
Of the voices of millions, praying and wishing on deaf stars that fall.
Of dreams inspired by a faceless, emotionless society.
Laying on the ground, staring above.
There exists few stars, surrounded by blackness
A world that extends
Beyond any hope of ever understanding.