I took the road most familiar to get back home.
The sky was silent and black and cold but I looked up and saw my reflection staring back at me in the brightest star.
"Who are you?" I tried to get acquainted.
"Well I am the one most forgotten.
You see, everyone knows the moon, Jupiter, and Venus.
But I am only remembered upon request.
I am the light that guides you home when you are lost."
But I found comfort in calling my suitcase home years ago when my paper well burned in flames like red devils dancing  and mama no longer found use in me for her steady high.
I am familiar with the backseat of my car during the coldest of winter nights in between screaming voices and frequent tears of frustration.
I can no longer decipher reality from dreams or nightmares because I am constantly ******* screaming,
Screaming and nothing is coming out except dry heaves between every other gasp for fresh air.
But I can tell you they are loud and they are deafening but only at night when traveling the familiar road because only the brightest star hears it.