Kadhi, the Holy

"The stars are always watching me. Everything I do is for them."
Why do I feel so alone?

On a cliffside, two eyes peel their way open.
Beady, black, wide. They know nothing.
There's a million sparkling flecks above, like his mother had sprinkled glitter dust on the sky;
it reflects against his eyes; shining.
He is alone. Him, the stars, the howl of the wind.

His mane never grew in as well as it should have. It's scarce, scruffy, mediocre - in a way that makes him
a nobody; he is trivial.

"In my mind I rise,
if only a moment
- for the stars aligned; -
but I might forever be alone
when they begin to shine."

Her fur is black, her eyes are sparkling.
Though not in a way he was ever familiar with;
she doesn't turn a blind eye. And she is smiling,
like a blessing of love,
and for a moment - this is bliss.

...it's still not enough. There is a gap, a space in his heart,
a puncture in a paper. It craves to be filled, just for some time,
he'd be at peace.
This emptiness.
This feeling.

I'm still alone.