I am a blank canvas made of stardust and rust, ready to give way to the smallest amount of pressure. I search the galaxy for one to call my own, one who also was forged in the stars. I have been searching for quite some time now and my hope begins to fade, for I don’t believe I will ever find her. Wandering the lone galaxy can be quite lonesome and I long for the desire to be wanted. Dear star child, will I ever find you? My time grows short, for soon I will shatter under pressure and my ashes spread into the never ending blackness that is our galaxy. My remains may once again be crafted into a star anew, but one cannot be so sure. I search for thee dear star child and hope our paths will cross soon