It’s not easy, ain’t it? But you knew that already. You’ve heard it like a broken record in a silent bar in a ghost town which never existed. You knew it already.
When you heard about the meteor shower the other day. You wished to see it from the bottom of your heart. But you don’t have a heart, do you? That’s what your father says. And you convince yourself there was no meteor shower too.
Things which we see, we know that they exist. You see your friends happy, you see them laugh. But what about you? The realest you you’ve seen is after all only a reflection. Are you happy? Your photographs say you are.
I heard you got into a fight last night. It wasn’t easy, he says, beating up someone bigger than him. But you knew that already. You know everything already. Nothing is ever easy and you pretend that he doesn’t bleed. He’s invincible after all.
And under the stars that don't exist, you convince yourself that you're happy.