Tonight,
I looked at the stars like I do every night,
and I cried.
because this time,
I remembered
that some of them are dead.
and I realised
just how envious I was,
that I was not as beautiful as a star,
even though,
I too,
was still there.
yet also
so
very
dead.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 6:03 AM UTC
Tonight,
I looked at the stars like I do every night,
and I cried.
because this time,
I remembered
that some of them are dead.
and I realised
just how envious I was,
that I was not as beautiful as a star,
even though,
I too,
was still there.
yet also
so
very
dead.
