The sky is broken and I cannot see the light of the stars anymore. Your eyes turned dim. But I can see the flames burning in your heart and I can hear the crackling of passion in your breath. You’re still there. Just a bit hidden. And maybe the sky is not broken. And maybe the stars don’t shine because clouds are protecting them from angry stares and wishes that did not come true. Perspective; perhaps it is a matter of how we perceive things.