A sky above me, full

Of spaces between stars.

Of more questions than answers.

Of a life of hurt, unheard and unseen.

Of the voices of millions, praying and wishing on deaf stars that fall.

Of dreams inspired by a faceless, emotionless society.

Laying on the ground, staring above.

There exists few stars, surrounded by blackness

Emptiness

Nothingness.

A world that extends

Beyond sight

Beyond imagination

Beyond any hope of ever understanding.