when i look up at the sky at night, i feel this deep longing. like that's where i'm supposed to be. i believe i'm meant to be a star, or a planet, or a moon, or a sun. i'm not meant to be here, i'm celestial, i am not meant to be trapped in this skin, i am meant to roam the universe, i am meant to shine, and fly
but i know that is something i will never achieve. not in life. perhaps in death, if one could wish. though for now i am trapped. as always. as i've always felt. trapped.
i look at my body and i do not feel it is me. i do not see this as an extension of myself, it simply is, apart from i
i look at my friends, and i know they will never understand. they do not know that i feel inferior, they do not know that i feel useless in this meat suit i'm residing in. they do not know that their dear friend longs for death, not because i want to die, but simply because i want to *live, as i believe i was meant to