In the Spotlight
universal feeling maybe i am like the universe, my darkness never ending. stardust was sprinkled in attempt to brighten my soul, but i think my body was not meant to shine. yes at times, i have beautiful constellations, supernovas flashing across my palate, galaxies of twilight dusted throughout, but in the end my dark nothingness is much brighter than the things trying to shine through. the many moons in my darkness, are weighed down with grief, the stars burn with such passion, yet they’re simply balls of gas waiting to die and feel relief. i am a desolate setting, where my strengths are irrelevant and my weaknesses glaringly evident. the bright lights seem to fade everyday, comets crash into my starlit hope, happiness seems light years away. but perhaps i am simply enamored with my darkness. unwilling to let my bright parts shine, ...