Down to Earth

I began to take a walk outside in some desperate attempt to clear my head, the cold winter night biting at my fingers and face.

The soft snow crunches at my feet as I take each step, echoing in the lonesome silence of the dark.

I wandered far from home. As far as I could from any sign of civilization or social contact, just so nobody would see me in this state.

Taking heavy breaths, I sat down, the ground cold and wet from the blanket of snow that covered it. I barely felt anything at that point.

Reluctantly, I looked up at the stars.

In the sky, I saw some of the most beautiful displays of stars, all shining with a fierce intensity that blanketed the darkness with its elegance.

I sat motionless as those stars continued westward.

Those stars were my friends. People I knew.

People who had monumental achievements, overcame great obstacles, and could be seen by anyone with the slightest desire of looking up at them.

All of those stars, being people I knew...

If only I could join them. If only I knew how it felt to be something like those people. How it felt to fly high and be known for something monumental like that.

I don't think I'd ever get that chance. Not now, not ever.

I stood up. I tried to reach my hand to the sky, in a vain attempt to grab something. To see if I could get myself up there. To see if I'd ever get that feeling that I saw others get before me.

Nothing.

So I just stood there. Watching as the others flew up above. Watching them go as I remained stagnant on the earth. Unmoving, unchanging.

I wish I had something more to myself.