Hours, days, weeks passed, uncountable, like the stars. I began to forget what they actually looked like. I tired to imagine them, but they would warp and bend unnaturally, falling from the sky and landing in my eyes, burning and straining them. Stars that once brought me comfort now taunted me from their pool of darkness, kicking shadows into my face, drowning me in an infinite void. I stopped thinking about the stars, avoided them like a bat avoids daylight. But they got stuck in my eyelids, burning me everytime I closed my eyes, everytime I sought the comforting oblivion of sleep. When I cried, my tears were riddled with sharp stars. When I screamed, they would choke me, cutting up my throat. When I tried to speak, all that would pour out were the apathetic blades of the careless stars bathed in the unforgiving void of the night.