Here among the stars, I feel as though perhaps I belong. They flicker and blink back at me, sending messages in a language that only I can understand, a tongue so foreign that you will never find someone who can teach it to you. The words dance between us, hung on golden threads strung up in the sky.

Like glistening dewdrops on those golden threads, a song plays, music my heart has longed to hear. Music that takes me back, and yet sends me spiraling forward. Haunting voices, beautiful voices, draw me back into my past, singing songs I once knew; songs I sang.

My soul and being drinks in the music. The space between the voices and me grows, and the song becomes fainter and fainter. I need it to come back; it sustains me.

There is a tickling sensation at the back of my throat, as I realize there really are no voices at all. Something small and meek trickles down my face.

I think I almost feel like crying.