I wonder if you spoke to the stars in the black sky, would they listen? If I were to confess all of the things welling up inside my chest if that would make a difference—maybe I’d tell them all of my secrets. The night sky blankets your eyes and your ears, yet you still see the flickering candles way up high and can hone into the nocturnal birdsong. Crickets are like a drum line, playing their repetitive beats only to be disturbed by the loud sounds of music of people who celebrate everything that there is to celebrate in life. I say I’m as black as my shirt, as black as the outside corridors and the broken concrete fences waiting repair. I am like my house, an unfinished product, a byproduct of cortisol and dopamine. Perhaps this is what melancholy feels like. The body still tunes in to pleasure, but the brain doesn’t ignite the same ways it used to. So this brings me back to the night sky… Why tell it anything if it’s too far away to hear me? Maybe it’s better to gently place this weight on the soaked grass and perhaps it will provide my resuscitating roses with adequate nutrition.
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Many things have inspired me along the way, from the way that atoms interact to universal forces working in tandem to bring joy into my life. I earned a Bachelor's degree in Biological Chemistry from Grinnell College and a Master's of Science in Education and Social Change from the University of Miami. Currently I am a high school science educator studying at Florida Institute of Technology to become a Board Certified Behavior Analyst. What can I say? An educated mind is a lively soul! View all posts by hellenbarroso