Lost. again.

My thoughts are stars that I can't fathom into constellations (John Green)
My breath is heavy, but weak with anticipation.
You've lost yourself.
Your brain lets go, troubled spirits on your chest.
You look to the sky for answers.
Those many stars, vacant and weak, some bright and bold.
You want to be the bright, the bold and glowing.
but you can't, you're weak and sad.
You've lost your glow, your bright, your bold.
You've lost yourself