As I glance briefly up at the stars
I often wonder why they exist.
I often wonder if they, like people, feel pressured too.
When I’m feeling under pressure, sometimes I disappear.
I wonder why stars disappear.
Some would say it’s merely the clouds getting in the way,
But I don’t know if I believe that.
I like to think the stars get scared too.
It makes me feel less silly for hiding away
When I look up at the sky and see that they’re hiding too.
When they’re up there, shining in force,
It makes my insides shine too.
I think sometimes it’s okay to hide yourself away from the world;
From the glaring of eyes, and the thoughts,
and the questions that govern our minds.
I looked up at the sky two nights ago and the sky was vividly bursting at the seams,
With stars lining up, as though to say ‘Look at me, I’m a star.’
I looked up at the sky tonight, half extinguished, and watched as it wept.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC
As I glance briefly up at the stars
I often wonder why they exist.
I often wonder if they, like people, feel pressured too.
When I’m feeling under pressure, sometimes I disappear.
I wonder why stars disappear.
Some would say it’s merely the clouds getting in the way,
But I don’t know if I believe that.
I like to think the stars get scared too.
It makes me feel less silly for hiding away
When I look up at the sky and see that they’re hiding too.
When they’re up there, shining in force,
It makes my insides shine too.
I think sometimes it’s okay to hide yourself away from the world;
From the glaring of eyes, and the thoughts,
and the questions that govern our minds.
I looked up at the sky two nights ago and the sky was vividly bursting at the seams,
With stars lining up, as though to say ‘Look at me, I’m a star.’
I looked up at the sky tonight, half extinguished, and watched as it wept.
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