She looked upon the spaces in the sky and wondered if she could catch the stars, trap them inside her tiny hands and draw out much bigger dots incomparable to pixie dust.
She wore her smile- so genuine and innocent- as she stumbled over the steep rocks under the blue sky and looked upon the bright sun shining just above her.
She was bounded by the same laws of nature so she could not stare long enough upon the beauty of the star that she had long known she would not be able to trap, less to touch.
Still, she was happy as a young girl, hoping she would be able to trap the night stars upon her hands and be the Joker in this world full of hearts, spades, clubs, and diamonds- she wanted to be different for all that matter.
But that night...
That night,
She laid on her back, staring at the stars and wondered if they are not yet tired of their existence- always shining but ceasing. She felt very small, swallowed by the darkness upon her.
She lied on the grass as she watched the broken glasses reflecting the dark sky upon her and wondered if she could still trap the stars upon her fragile hands.
She knew she cannot. It was impossible to even touch them. Not the stars, nor the constellations.
She felt the pang. She cried. And for once she closed her eyes and let the stars disappear from her sight.
For a moment...
She wanted to shout and cry for help. But wasn't her silence enough of a cry? It was not just her silence but the world's, too. It echoed and reminded her that no one was going to be with her.
And all the memories of her younger self flashed into her memories like a flowing river as if wanting to tell her how she was back then. As if wanting to tell her who she was back then.
That...
Once upon a time, she was happy.
Once upon a time, she wanted to trap the stars.
Once upon a time, she wore a genuine smile.
Once upon a time, she had that dreamy eyes.
That once upon a time...
She has already forgotten.
Tonight, the entire sky is watching over her as she lets the darkness swallowed her world. The sky that she used to love for its beauty has now turned into just some dark void. It is so tectonic enough, the darkness. So tectonic, so big- that all the beauty is gone. That all the blue has lost its meaning.
And all she could do is wish.
Tonight...
She wishes for someone to wake her up from this comforting nightmare. Whether someone or the cosmos would do the work, she just wishes to be happy again.