i am born to be the very essence of space itself, constantly moving and expanding on its edges, i am beautiful in the voided expanse of nothingness, throughout every universe i am exist in each one, and that’s what makes me impeccable in every aspect
my light does not guide sailors across the seas, nor does it inspire lovers to whisper wishes into the night. it only hums against the quiet, unnoticed. and maybe i was right, i never meant to be born a burning star, for a star will eventually burn out