feels like i'm out
in space.

drifting.


what's      
              the                     point                of        life?
there         isn't             really
    much               to      
                           live        for.

i'm like stars.
scattered. just less beautiful.
hold me tight;
i don't want to float away.

promise me i will be fine,
that the stars will align for me,
that somehow the universe will see
why i'm alive and what my purpose is
and maybe, just maybe, i don't have to be
afraid. make contact with me, as i drift out into
space, let me know i have a home deep in your heart,
somewhere i can go when i'm lost, somewhere i know i can
be myself, without restraint, somewhere i know i am truly loved.