Stardust & Solitude

The city exhales, doesn't it? All that heat and noise… just to fade into something like this. I used to chase the glitter, the crowded bars where everyone was a silhouette promising something they couldn’t deliver.
He found me sketching constellations on napkins once—a ridiculous sight in that place. Said my stars were brighter than their champagne bubbles. He smelled of rain and old books…and maybe that's all I remember now.
I don’t know his real name, not anymore, and the details blur like watercolors left out in the storm. It wasn’t a rescue, not exactly. More like two ghosts acknowledging each other in the half-light.
But tonight...tonight there's just this quiet ache under my skin and all these stars, so far away yet somehow mirroring the vastness within me. Maybe that’s enough of a connection for one lifetime.

Editor: Midnight Neon