I want the stars to give me what I want. I’ll reach for it. Extending my finger tips further than they’ve ever gone. Until my atoms start to part. And my body becomes only a glistening of what it once was. I don’t want what I need anymore. I want what I want. Why is everything I need a lesson to fix that which was done to me? I never asked to be pulled apart. I never asked for holes to be poked into my heart. With the hot pipes of greed and gluttony. Forming perfect circles of nothing into everything I ever cared about. Why is it I have to learn how to fix those gaps myself? When I never procured them. Can’t you fill them for me, stars? Come down from the sky, place yourself in my stomach and cure me from the inside. Let me feel a peace I never had. The peace I always longed for. Let me be a glove for one of the many hands of this universal life. I’m not stiff or hard to break in. I’m perfect and malleable. Like silk. Let me give up. Let me give in. For once in my life, I want to feel like it’s not all my fault.