Somewhere Out There
You lie on the bed.
You lie on the bed, your face pressed into the suffocating comfort of the pillowcase. Your eyes flicker with candle-like erraticism, trying to blink away the wetness that congregates at the corners of your eyes. You are shaking, trembling with something suppressed in the hidden depths of yourself.
A muffled cry escapes your lips, one you try to pull back in vain. Your hands lose themselves in the labyrinth of hair, and you roll over in an effort to find the thread again.
Your back arches, and you gasp with sudden realisation; somewhere out there the stars are waiting.
A muffled cry escapes your lips, one you try to pull back in vain. Your hands lose themselves in the labyrinth of hair, and you roll over in an effort to find the thread again.
Your back arches, and you gasp with sudden realisation; somewhere out there the stars are waiting.