the bright and the dead
i wish i am just like a bright star. find its way to shine through the darkness. make its way to inspire humans. create its way to make them believe in magic. though not all the stars and shining. not all stars are made to inspire humans. not all stars make people believe.
some are dead.
they are empty. they're just the props; the intensifiers of the brightest stars. they are the supporting ones. they help bright stars to be noticed.
despite the fact that they're dead inside.
that amidst their purity to inspire humans, they wouldn't have the chance to do it. that amidst their will to make humans believe, they wouldn't have the opportunity to do it. because they are dead. they lack brightness. they are not inspiring. they have lots of downsides and people hates that.
oh, i guess i'm a star. the dead one, tho.
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a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
