344. First Star

In the envious world, there’s no room for light,

because the darkness itself is far too bright.

It catches fire when there’s nothing left,

and when there’s nothing left, 

things tend to reset.

Broken bonds and euphoric dreams, 

keeping us from our collective sanity.

They break our trust, we trust too much,

and then we crumble at the very next touch.

It’s all too much.

It shouldn’t be like this,

and life shouldn’t be just a far away wish. 

There’s so much more out there.

So much more, everywhere,

we just have to see ourselves there.

We aren’t made of darkness,

but it’s attracted to us, 

because we are made of light,

a light built with trust, 

and I trusted that darkness,

and she trusted me.

I could love her without envy,

her darkness was never too bright.

When she had nothing left,

and so, so much was left unsaid,

I spoke the words, “Let there be light.”

And then there it was,

the first star in the sky.