#lis before the storm

requiemofthespirit:

I still wish for a kiss, every time I look up at the sky.

But all I can do is try to catch a last glimmer of your smile among the stars that watch us like fucking judges in a court of faded memories.

You told me it doesn’t matter if the stars are dead as long as we can still see them.

But you were my star, Rachel, and since you are gone my sky is empty.

As empty as Hell.