As we were laying in the bed of your pick-up,
looking at the stars,
I imagined the level of complexity the sky would reach
if lines brought the stars together
like a connect-the-dots on the back
of restaurant kids menus.  

And the realization hit me
when I looked back at you,
that we are much like stars.
Together in the same night sky,
yet too complex in our own ways to really be together.

I'm falling,
and like anyone else would do
when they see a shooting star,
I can't help but to think your only wish when you see me,
is to only be farther away.

But the leftover stardust
that make up the freckles underneath your eyes,
that you seem so ashamed of,
allow me to realize,
that you have fallen too.

So maybe we are the broken pieces
that are meant to make each other whole again,
so that way,
we can finally shine like all stars are meant to do.

-k.w// Shooting Stars and Empty Hearts