a glorious mess.

another rip in her soul,

another thread unraveling. 

afraid of change.

afraid of losing.

because...

this was her home.

she grew up here. 

and to move to a new place --

even one that they built --

that would unravel her entirely.

she didn't understand their eagerness

or their excitement

to be so close to moving

and losing this place.

the planets and stars watched

as her core ruptured

and started to fall apart.

stars fell out of the cracks like tears

and dust and dirt fell into space

creating nebulas.

it was the destruction.

it was her loss.

it was a glorious mess.

but it was also a new start.

and that was hard to grasp.