I want to reach up to touch the stars even though they would burn me. I want the universe to sing me to sleep with a deafening radiant voice.
But all I got was fistfuls of shadows, seeping from between my fingers like thick congealed blood All I got was velveteen silence coating my brain like a fine layer of silt
And I found myself falling. Until my thousand opened eyes could no longer see the stars. Except for the ones that were falling with me illuminating our collective descent in all shades of sickly green and blue
And I found myself changing. as we learned to breathe in the murk and breathe out dreams. As we shed our wings and learned to swim.
As we went down, down, down, spiraling into the abyss.