A Distorted Reality.

Unfathomable clarity: such that diamonds could not even compete; a purity unbounded: the whitest of white light.

The night sky shone as only it could: ostentatiously and without inhibition. Arrogantly. Despite the astronomical distance between the stars and ourselves, their nightly communiqués were all that kept me sane. In spite of all that stood between us: from ozone to the infinite vacuum of space, we talked. I talked, they listened; they replied, I heard. Our relationship was ethereal, but more real than any other I had had: this was a true unconditional. Every night, without any possibility of failure, I would have my time with my celestial lovers: and each time it would be the same magic of their light being poured upon me with no judgement of my past. No pretence whatsoever. This action was universal, but it was also mine and mine alone. I felt… I felt cleansed. I felt like my emptiness was being reversed by the filling of heavenly light into every pore and every orifice of my body. I was pure. I was connected with the world. I was everything.