She picks up her pieces; looking at the brokenness, seeing. She wanders, always hoping to bump into something more real than the rainbow; and more solid than the universe. Because the universe keeps on sending her messages; but vague.
She looks at her pieces; and the universe sends her another message. She wanders; not finding anything but the vague scent of the night. She frowns; maybe the universe believes that she is not his equal.
Not his equal. She looks away; not this time. She looks at the stars, and see herself; fragile but almost whole. She, who does not believe in happy ever after anymore, hopes that the universe will prove her otherwise.
But the universe slips into series of uncertainties; taunting her. She needs something more solid than the universe. She looks at her light; she could do with her own this time.
* not my style, testing lang ❤️