I have always loved the stars. 

When I was little, I remember 

locking myself out at night. 

The starlight shone down  

on the ground below, 

How can someone handle all this weight? This never-ending pressure is slowly crushing me. If ever I get a chance to breathe, and stretch my spine, it ends when the weight crashes back down. 

It's 8:51 pm.

I'm sitting on my bed in my PJs, listening to music, and scrolling through Pinterest. 

And I'm happy.