I watch souls leave their bodies as I walk down the street.
A mass eruption, a white smoke reaching towards the heavens.

Tendrils writhe above and beyond, changing shape, searching for purpose.
Oblivious, the bodies sift on, up and down the sidewalk, chasing dreams.

The cost of your dream is your soul, no one has ever told me this.
But this I see today and yesterday, everyday.

My hands are deep in my pockets and my head is down now because I can't take the sight.
It makes me wonder if I still hold mine or it has gone with the rest.

Somedays I feel it kick in my chest, sometimes I feel it try to escape.
I reach up with my hand, I feel the warmth caress my fingers and at the last moment I grasp and pull it back.

Most days I wish it would carry me away, like a balloon.
Up and I'd watch the people get smaller until the clouds block my view.

Only the eternal darkness of space would be before me and I'd see these spirits become stars and in that moment I would learn.

I would learn that on a clear night, when you are alone and sad, they are above.

Did you know?

When the bottle no longer helps or heals, they are watching.

Did you know?

To the lost girl wanting to run, they are crying for you, longing to come back.

        Did you know?

A star is a reflection of each of us and they miss us dearly.
Space is where lost spirits go and that's where they wait for eternity.