When I was small I walked on fairy dust and my dreams were as tall as skyscrapers towering above the universe inside of me, was the galaxy. I was born of the cosmos, full of light and love passionate in my quest to give this to others. But as I grew my star began to fade, stars need love and light to survive and deprived of both my blazing fire transformed into weak candlelight. At school I had learnt it was easier to hide your light than to stand out as different and be extinguished in an instant. So I kept myself to myself at the back of the class, knowing the answers but not shouting them out. I daydreamed, and doodled stars on the corners of my books, all the while I could hear the universe calling out to me to trust, that we are all born of this cosmic stardust.