Although my heart and soul may find comfort in darkness, the light that shines on the darkest of nights is provided by those who have witnessed my anguish and pain that I dare not to parade in broad day light. For my smile is nothing but a reflection of what used to be and my tears a mirror of what is.
So I lay under the stars sharing my darkest of stories and deepest of pains, not for mortal men to listen to but for immortal beings to keep them surreptitious. I believe we’re not unaccompanied in this universe, then again one could be wrong. Either way, it’s just as scary to believe that we are alone than it is to believe that there is possible life out there that lives among us, but that’s the beauty of it all, the secrets that lie among the stars, which have not been heard nor seen by man. We believe we can access almost anything but we forget that we are either the best kept secret in the universe or the universe has kept the best secrets from us.
Yet you ask why I dig my own grave under the stars? Merely because she (the universe) has many untold stories, thousands of secrets just floating around in this big, dark, empty space of nothingness. It’s as if you can hear her whispers whenever you lay under the night sky, as if she is trying to unveil something that’s just as astonishing yet terrifying as what you are trying to hide from the world. Nonetheless, stars glittering like a billion diamonds that have been imbedded on a dark wall of emptiness lay there and listen to the unhappy tone in your voice, eyes jam-packed with tears and your heart fueled with sorrow.
It’s the secretive side of her that attracts me to her cold emptiness, she listens and lets me put fault of my own flaws and most painful of experiences on her, no matter how many times I yell, cry or even throw rocks at her she stays as calm as the ocean on a summer’s day. Yet the tantrum I threw and hurt I had uttered the night before will never reach the ears of a single mortal that I have encountered in this life or the one before. Consequently, this is why I dig my grave under the night sky, not for my earthly bodily self but for the dark tales that lurk inside of me and the pain that I wish to forget, as I am able to express my anguish to the universe with the promise that all that I have shared with her will be kept a secret. Hence, I dig my grave under the coruscating stars to burry my discomfort deep in the Universe, far away from mortal men.
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