“...staring at the rising sun as if it were the very dawn of creation. As I walked toward her I had no urge to turn around and see the sunrise myself, for I was already looking at everything I needed to see.”

thats how I looked at her, those very words pressed into my head. Even if she saw herself as a collapsed star, a broken sun is the best one. Luminating clouds of gas, Lustrous colors, all Leaking out of her. She was Star-gazing... but all I could do was stare and watch her fade.

And I hate myself for that. Trying to patch her up only made me a stray comet in orbit, waiting to crash and implode on impact.

But even to this day, although still not as effective, her gravitational pull still attracts me. Even if all those gases and colors of her phase THROUGH me, the contact is what helps me remain.

But you, an asteroid...something so mindless and oblivious to feeling...you yearn?

Of course I do, in a place where there is only black I must be a part of it. But time and time again there’s that color. I fly towards it hoping to get some color of my own.

In the end there’s only gray.

Strikingly beautiful, Luminous and Lustrous colors Leaking. All I am is a martyr. To be of use, whether I am beneficial or a mistake, I’m still there. Only there.

TEMPORARY

Seems to be the right word. I laugh as I pass by each planet. Humorous? No. Painful pity? Yes. Soon enough the gravity I run on will leave me. And all I’ll do is plummet and

BURN