Beauty & Reality

There's a crack in my window, that looks like a star, starting small in the center, then it's arms reaching outward across the sky of glass. The sky behind it is gray and the world seems dulled because there is no real color to it, no vibrance to the people that I see in it these days. I begin to wonder where you are and what you're doing, and if you're thinking of me too wherever you are. I begin to think about the quiet moments we've spent curled up together, and the ones where the whole world has seemed brilliant with life and the stars have seemed brighter because we are there together, and we are full of beauty and reality.