lack of

the stars of your life

because the stars were made for falling.
for walking around down the walls, and into the corner of platforms.
the stars were made to tear up the sky,
to say hello to a sun's goodbye.
to make the darkness come to the shadows and shine again.
the stars come out and make the dark not seem so bad.
although, the figures of the corner of the room may be terrifying, it's all in the matters of loneliness.
the stars want to become friends again.
they're just pieces of paper waiting to become folded again.
airy gas waiting to cook again.
the stars were made to become lonely.
to create friends in the billions of years.
they dangle on in holes of the sky, on the rope of their lifetime.
they float on with the moon of the nighttime.
they make tonight absolutely wonderful.
the stars share themselves, they let the gold dust rain down on noses.
let the planets flash away behind them into the past.
let the memories rain down as well, in every single windy breeze.
they make tonight, every night, so beautiful.
they make the universe possible, your universe, you.
they grow into wistful nebulas, into exciting personalities.
they grow to be angry black holes, to be footsteps on harsh concrete.
the stars, they grow into the world you've been building up.
the stars do grow into the dark as well, but even then they stay cased in all their beauty.
the shadows of corners soon turn into the wonderful.
with every shiney speck that dances from underneath clouds, the more magical everything becomes.
the night, the darkness, your universe too, it all dances away.
it all loves into what is of space.
it loves not feeling lonely.
it loves this night.
how the ambers fall and burn down the hopeless.
how in all surround every type of pretty is there.
tonight, and every night, is worth to see.
the beauty of this universe and yours, will always be worth to witness.
your world is worth it.

July 14th, 2020