Dear Diary,
there's something only slightly wrong with me.
it's only slightly depressing
and only slightly distressing
but I've come to the point of understanding.
all my stars are closer.
they burned up and fell to the ground.
one by one they fell.
they crawled through my ear
into my mind.
all the wishes those stars held
from my younger days
came back in a craze.
they left me in a haze,
but they didn't leave.
they stayed there and festered over time.
i recieved an image of who I was supposed to be,
according to the stars.
it started a war,
each fighting for probability,
each wanting superiority.
only one understood.
i am not the child who ushered these words.
she died long ago.
that star was the only one that heard
the muffled cries the night that child died.
that was the only star that cried.
all the stars are closer
and yet the one that heard me cry,
wasn't even from my time.
lightyears ahead,
it saw me die.
