It's amazing how blithe and lively something can appear at one time, and so utterly motionless at another. I never thought a day would come when I would peer out into the great abode of stars and loathe their very existence. Yes, I loathed those stars, every single one of them. Sitting on my front porch looking out into the vast nighttime sky, I wondered how they even had the audacity to shine. Each tiny ball of light mocked my unhappiness, twinkling their incandescent twinkle as if they didn't have a care in the world... absolutely disgusting.
And then there was the moon assisting them in their scheme of debauchery. Its powerful glow illuminated the otherwise blackened sky, making it impossible for any soul to sulk in its own misery. That moon taunted me as well, taking on the force of one million of those aggravatingly blissful stars.
I closed my eyes but it was as if the fiery image of the nighttime sky had been burned into my mind. It was all I could see. No matter what I tried to concentrate on, my thoughts always made their way back to that image. Reopening my eyes I noticed a minuscule, flickering firefly making its way through the crisp summer air. Its tiny supply of light seemed so weak and vulnerable. It was as if the slightest force could destroy it forever. If it was nearer I would have ripped its fragile wings from its body.
If an old friend were to see me at this point, I'd probably be unrecognizable. I wasn't always this way. There were much happier times, times when I gazed up at the stars with a sparkle in my eye and a warmness in my heart, or when I embraced something so helpless as a lightning bug just trying to survive another night all by itself. Even though those times were now distant and seemingly unreachable, they were still there in the back of my mind haunting my current misery...
