Shuya-L

Once upon a time, I used to stare outside the window when it was dark, and admire the lights that shone out of other's homes. It was scary, but I always found the view outside the window beautiful. So many lives, so many stories being played out every day. And then I would look at the stars that were still present in my childhood. They were so beautiful to me, sparkling there. But as I grew up, the fog clouded the stars I used to see. And I no longer could pause to see the scene that was before me. I wanted beauty, artificial beauty so much that I had neglected what was already around me. I had eyes, but I could not see. I had to look ahead