There is a girl standing on her roof in the middle of the night,
Staring at the sky,
Searching for the moon, for the stars, for a light,
And she is crying.
The girl is scared,
So very scared,
Because she can't see the stars,
And she needs the stars.
They are a comfort,
Reminding her that the universe is
Huge and important and incomprehensible in every way,
And, in comparison, she is
Small and insignificant and simple in every way.
And this calms her.
She knows that her problems are minuscule,
That in the grand scheme of things, she is nothing,
That she is just a little dot
Near a bright spot
In the sky,
Trillions upon trillions of things outside herself.
She calls this perspective.
Perspective is what keeps her calm.
She knows that no matter what happens,
The world will keep turning,
The stars will keep burning,
And she will stop yearning
For the thing she knows will kill her.
She knows that she has fallen in love,
In love with a boy who loves her back,
But she refuses to