The stars were unfamiliar.
josh
They echoed back to me a heavenly overture that sounded terrifyingly foreign. In that moment I felt the visceral, turbulent weight of fear.
Try to see something beyond stars, beyond atoms, beyond anything of disbelief.
“Mum?” I whisper to the phosphorescent multitude of bulbs above, knowing full well you were not there and you could not hear me.
One day, my son. Keep whispering my name and one day I shall respond in the way you truly need me to.
Gleaming abstractions transform and catch my eye until suddenly a constellation I recognise. Something resembling home.
Beautiful. Devastating. Empty. Home.