What if the stars were perforations
Holes in the night sky
And the moon is a portal
One which you reach through
Place your hands inside and pull apart
Tearing the night sky to shreds
Letting out the light
To guide you
To guide me
To brighten our dreams
What if the stars were links in a chain
Covering the night sky
Wrapped around a black cloth
And the moon is a padlock
Where your heart should be
A birth defect of society
To keep you alive
To restrict you
To confine you
Hold your ear to the moon and hear the screams
LITTLE TALKS 
Tears overflow unrestrained leaving a trail, a traceable path.They do that intentionally, for they are not merely tears – it’s my soul in disguise, leaving footsteps upon my skin so it can find it’s way back to where it should eventually reside. But for now, it dances merrily to these words – for they resonate with the very essence of what it represents – Me. But I wonder, as I read this whether it may just take another as its ally.