Stardust

You can feel the bruises forming on your knees as they rub against the uneven tiled floor. You weren't quite sure how you got here – all of your memories a rush of muted colors and sounds, but you were sure that you never wanted to move from this spot again.

The trails of salt water running down your flushed cheeks distort the flecks of freckles, turning them into something that resembles exploding stars. And maybe that's what you are, a mess of exploding light in the vast darkness, blinding and burning anyone who dares come close to you. You can feel the oxygen entering your lungs faster and faster, the world around you starting to spin, forcing you to let go of any control you thought you had.

And you turn your eyes upwards, desperately searching for a wave of calm to wash over you. But as the emotions ping-pong off of your ribs and into your stomach you realize that the things you're so desperate for aren't going to come – because nothing is going to see you at your weakest when you refused to believe all along.