Morning Pill #15

The stars are not where they used to be. My north star has left me. they are all a massive chaos of white untelling blips of lights across the black sky and i am a silhouette walking through the darkness. my compasses have left me. which way is north? which way is east? south or west?

i stretch my arms in the dark and as my eyes adjust to the dark. i get the strangest feeling that i recognize what i am not seeing.

i am seeing maturity. there are no more guides. just my feet to take me where and my flailing arms to keep my balance.