Crater< galaxy 💫
I swallowed a shooting star one night. I looked up to the sky and saw it. It was so beautiful. That I reached up and grabbed it. It tasted so sweet, but the after taste had an odd effect on my body. I prayed that it wasn’t laced with some sort of poison.
A few days after swallowing that star I was filled with such sweet happiness, nothing seemed to phase me. That star talked to me everyday and all night. It was so soothing.
It told me it loved me , but was that because it lived within my heart? Within my body?
Confused as to why it loved me so much, I in return said “I love you too”
That star inside of me really made me feel so alive. Every night before I fell asleep I could feel it hug me, and tell me it loved me. I grew to love it back, even more so.
A few months of this star living within me I noticed that I grew to look more tired, and tears seemed to line my eyes. Where’d my smile go?
I asked the star many times “why are you doing this to me if you love me?” But I was always the problem.
I eventually apologized to the star, for being myself. And then it would say something to make me smile again.
A few months were beautiful with that star, but then the next couple of months were depressing, and draining.
My mental thoughts were always second guessed and I didn’t feel as though I could live without this star.
“What if one day this star decides to go back to space?” So I asked the star to promise me it was never leaving and in return the star said “why would I ever leave someone that I love so much?” That answer made me feel a lot better. I was back to smiling again, tears no longer lined my eyes.
Until one rainy night my star decided it didn’t want to be in a warm place anymore , it wanted to be out in the rain, out in space again. So it left me out of the blue, leaving a huge crater in my chest.
I cried at many moons, pleading to send that star shooting across the sky again. But it never returned.
So for many months that crater in my chest grew bigger until one after another I collected small stars and started to create my own galaxy.
Every star in there made me smile when I felt like looking for the shooting star that left a crater within me.
Every star in there patched up a wound within me that my shooting star burnt into me.
That shooting star left a huge, ugly crater within me. But I came to realize that this is my body. So I made that crater a galaxy. A beautiful galaxy with hundreds of stars. Stars that never hurt me.
I wonder if that shooting star lives in another galaxy, or if it goes around leaving craters.
Regardless though, sometimes I wish to see it in my galaxy, just passing through.
A part of me wants to thank it for leaving this crater in my soul. I’ll turn this tragic love story of ours into something beautiful. I just wish that I never had to make a galaxy, I wish that there was never a crater left within me. Some nights I miss talking to that shooting star.