I'm jealous of the stars.

The entire world
finds beauty in
their radiant
glowing

and
cast its
wishes upon
the very fires from
which creation has come

while I sit here trying to
find myself among the
ashes that so many
stories have left
behind.

I’m tracing my
insufficiencies on
the backs of my
eyelids again and
I’m trying to stop,
but for some sick
reason, the only
thoughts that
replace the ones
that I’m bound by
are equally, or so
much more
disturbing.