moved.

he entered his darkened room and sat on his bed while he stared out the window. the night was starless and empty, like him. he stared and he stared until he realized a vibration. it was his phone. it blinked and it blinked and it blinked. he scooped the phone up, saw the name on the screen. the phone vibrated in his grip. he swung his arm and threw the phone at a wall. the phone smashed into pieces.

like his heart.

the boy now shifted his gaze to the wall then to his smashed phone on the floor. he can only see little from the light oozing from his lava lamp but he could still see the damaged done. then the boy broke down and cried. he lay on his bed and cried. his hands were covering his face while his body shivered. not because of the cold, no, but because of the emptiness in him. 

when he stopped, he removed his hands from his delicate face and stared at the ceiling. it was empty too. though what was the point staring at the ceiling he cannot comprehend, he knew however that by staring at the ceiling his mind and heart calmed down a little bit. the ceiling was empty too.

like the night sky and his heart.

he smiled and suddenly the tears stopped. he removed his gaze from the ceiling and he stared long at the starless night. he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, opened his eyes and breathed out. he smiled. for the first time in months, he felt that his smile was honest this time, not something forced. for the first time in months, his heart was contend, his thoughts simplified, his soul calm.

then a star appeared.

the boy smiled while looking at it and he mouthed, "thank you," and then he lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling for sometime before he fell into a deep slumber and never to wake up again from it.






p.s: fix me.