Twilight bleeds into darkness as I look across the sky. Once again, I’m searching this expanding abyss of night and finding nothingness. Where are all the stars? I can’t be the only one wondering, restless in London — ‘jonesing’ for a dark sky full of starlight. I don’t know when I last saw a star, many days and weeks; perhaps its been months. I do know that somewhere — in the space between us and the edge of our Universe — billions of stars are hiding in plain sight. You can’t tell me that ain’t poetic.
Finding your way through a world of trouble is hard. I am not aimless, but — I’m missing my North Star. After a months worth of summer rain fell down in billowing sheets like a monsoon blowing in from the Indian Ocean — transforming the streets into rivers full of floating cars and debris — I know, this will be another starless night. Even if the clouds roll away — the city is so lit up by streetlights, traffic racing by and buildings twinkling like Christmas trees trying to touch the sky — I know, this will be another starless night.
The anguish inside my guts is palpable, but somehow, my lust for life is intact. As the hours tick past midnight, the increasing weight of my eyelids — begins to blur my perception. When I close my eyes, I see an explosion of starlight and I think to myself: oh there you are — hello North Star.
