Everything lost it's beauty. The navy sky, filled to the brim with stars, and cosmos, and good ideas, good intentions, portrayed no pillow of complexity. I stared at the sky, in lack of awe, it used to appear so limitless, the comfort of a new world, the knowing of "you are here, looking at such an unfathomable view that spans and covers everything everywhere where people all over are doing the very same thing as you, so in a sense, you are everywhere," and you've never felt so interconnected.