Stars shine above me,
Interesting it is, stars.
They fade in and out day to night,
But they are always there.
Like a protection from the darkness.
We watch them, observe,
We romanticize with them.
We see it. A shooting star.
Did you make a wish?
I did.
I wished for you.
Like I always do.
But the stars above me aren’t real,
They fade in and out on command,
I can turn them off,
It’s just a galaxy lamp,
Artificial.
Like most.
The real can’t be re created.
And that’s how I lost you.
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 4:17 PM UTC
Stars shine above me,
Interesting it is, stars.
They fade in and out day to night,
But they are always there.
Like a protection from the darkness.
We watch them, observe,
We romanticize with them.
We see it. A shooting star.
Did you make a wish?
I did.
I wished for you.
Like I always do.
But the stars above me aren’t real,
They fade in and out on command,
I can turn them off,
It’s just a galaxy lamp,
Artificial.
Like most.
The real can’t be re created.
And that’s how I lost you.
Confusing I know.
