I'm tired.
I don't think there's any other way of explaining it.
I'm always standing here, yet you are always there.
I'm realizing that hate is not an option, and nor is trying to get rid of you. Running hurts, hiding hurts, yet sitting and watching you seems to be the most painful progression of them all.
Now realizing, how can you hate something you don't even know?
The more I think of this, I begin to realize that hate is not what I have.
I'm scared.
I'm terrified.
Lost at sea—I have no idea what you bring. Much like a child staring starlight, I don't know where you come from. I don't understand your far away presence.
I feel left in the dark as others seamlessly follow your light.
You are a comforter for others—a guide to their New World.
Though here I am running in circles, wondering if there even is a new dawn for me.
Please guide me, Starlight.
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Double update!
Sorry for not updating for so long guys, I've been busy! Though do you guys think it is? I'd love to hear your interpretations!
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My Starlight
Short StoryI didn't know if I should reach for you or not. Like the stars in the sky, I never knew how close you really were until our eyes truly met. Even then, only time could tell if we'd be walking hand in hand or with you destroying everything I've ever h...
