To fill up our days with meaning with the smell of coffee in the morning and the gentle caress of soft sheets against the skin. To the feeling of dipping your toes in scalding water (a test) before submerging a body so desperate for warmth under the rippling water, wishing it would consume and fill the hollowness within.
The hollowness of being, of feeling everything and touching darkness with your fingertips like sparks running underneath your skin. This is not what you asked for.
You did not ask for darkness, but have been shown light.
The weightlessness of a breeze brushing past without apology and the gentle smile of a lover who wraps you up under the night sky tracing constellations onto each other’s skin.
The same sky where you once saw desolation you now see endless galaxies surrounding and within you.
The stars insist you fill your empty cup with starlight and drink up the impermanence of it all.