have you ever touched a star?

have you ever felt its energy flow through your fingertips, down your arm,

i did, once.

it’s hot and cold and sharp and soft

it smiled.

but then it frowned.

why? i asked.

I'm an overthinker.

I can't help but wonder why something happens.

I stare at a text I sent hours ago, wondering how the recipient will respond.

I'm a people pleaser.

I can't help but think about what others think of me.

I always seem to need everyone's approval.

I like watching scary movies, but never at night.

I tie my shoes a little weird.

I still wish upon the stars like a little kid.

I pretend I live in New York City when no one else is around.

I listen to music when I feel sad.

I write stories when I feel empty.

I tell myself things I know aren't true.

I do my homework ahead of time.

I name inanimate objects that surround me to make me feel less alone.

I worry too much.

I cry too much.

I think too much.

Someone died.

Someone was born.

Cat sleeping in the shade.

Graffiti on the wall about somebody who loves somebody else.

Sun and breeze.

Lady having coffee and cigarette on her terrace.

The silent street is talking to me.

It’s good to be alive.