But I will transcend, and vomit this loser out of me. I will become the next big thing. I will light myself on fire. It's time to get out of bed and be the Starchild I can be.
I was stolen. I was stolen by a stranger. I was stolen by a stranger and washed in waters I did not understand. Now, I am infected with this holy virus. I don't believe, and yet I blaspheme. No holy place will accept me now. God sees me no longer.
But I am more than this. I will be more than this. I am a Starchild. No one can take this from me.
Perhaps someone is thinking the same thoughts of transcendence. But he is nothing but dust and ashes at this point.
The stars that I look at are billions and billions of light years old. Everything I look at has already happened.
The stars are ghosts, just like everyone else in this world.
But I am more than just an infected, stolen baby.
But I am more than life has to offer.
I am more than this.
I am Starchild.
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The Ghost Quartet
Mystery / ThrillerA tale about love, death, and whiskey. A camera breaks and four friends drink in an interwoven tale spanning seven centuries, with a murderous sister, a treehouse astronomer, a bear, a subway, and the ghost of Thelonious Monk. Too vague? Read to und...
