It's been a hard road looking up at the throne...

But he knew that no matter what beauty lay behind, it must remain there. No one could go forward with a load of aching memories. Not even him, with years of training under the hardship of broken dreams. So from now onwards, call him Stargazer because instead of silly stories, he will recite the names of constellations. Those freckles on his face? They are roadmaps to the sky, and the bruises that he carried were supernovas in disguise.

Here's a promise even I myself don't quite believe. But that does not stop me from whispering it every night before I fall asleep. Someday, those aches and burns I feel inside my body will heal. I can't really know when someday will come, or what life will look like when it finally does, but in a way it doesn't even matter because someday isn't what I have. What I have is right now, this moment, when things aren't okay yet, but in a way they are already, because in the end they will be, and as long as that's true, it's enough for me to fall asleep.