Status: The lack of capitals is a stylistic choice, not because I don't know how to use a shift key.

The Roof Under the Stars

it’s quiet on the roof and the stars are out. they’re bright above my head, distant and hazy but so very, very beautiful. there’s a million metaphors from a million mouths to describe the luminous balls of plasma in the sky but nothing quite comes close to capturing the way they burn.

For this, entered in this and inspired by Sending Postcards From a Plane Crash (I Miss You) by Fall Out Boy. ~370 words.