I don't need any friends 
I got them all in my head

I don't need a lover
She's six feet under

Tomorrow night
I'll visit a meteor shower

We have celestial dust
In our bones and flesh

Made from Earth and outer space

I don't need any friends
If the stars 
Are willing to listen

myriad

Constellations

Jun 5, 2026

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kdellefemine

Well, you are a meat-coated skeleton riding on a big rock that is hurtling through space.  (I read that somewhere.  I wish I could take credit for it, but it's not mine)