Howling at the moon

Night sky above me,

Counting my stars and holding my breath for opportunities that are only in my head.

I feel this bubble coming up my esophagus and through my ragged throat that is too tired of silently screaming “life’s unfair”.

Still I hold It in.

The universe has seem to have a laugh with itself about how my life is supposed to turn out, like watching myself through a window unknowing if there is even a next move.

Mundane.

Nothing but everything is always happening to me, not talented enough to sleep not awake enough to dream. Letting go of the breath I’ve been holding I walk inside there are no stars , just hopes and dreams that are just out of reach.