melted

thoughts from the stars

how do we tell you this?
you look up to us. perhaps it is merely physical limitation, but that is doubtful. we serve as inspiration for some. motivation for others. a pretty picture to kiss under, a map on which to chart cosmic expeditions, signifiers of a constellation unbeknownst to us. you link us together against our wishes, you base your week off your horoscope. the most baffling thing is that you believe in us.
don't you know we're burning ourselves out? out of all the role models to have, we should be lower on the list. your expectations is that we make things brighter. up close and personal, it's a wreck. we are blinded by our own light, unable to see that we're running out of steam. some of us dim, and others go dormant. and yet we burn still. perhaps it is nature, or perhaps it is selfish. we want you to see us and wonder.
and wonder you should. and hope, and dream, and wish, and believe. when you wish upon a star, the magic is not that your dreams come true. we have no say in that. only you have the chance to make the change. yet with a supposed wish, that push is sent in orbit, on a trajectory towards an unrestricted future. that is why we matter. because of you. the roles we play are not our truth, but they are yours. if that makes you happy, who are we to complain? you jettison past, determined to reach the stars.
we were always there.