I am slowly making my way
pass the cobwebs of my solitude.
Slowly cleaning out my soul
of the darkness that i carry along.
Will i sustain this?
would that even matter?
We are tiny specks of light
in a hall of darkness
we are tiny specks of life
in a hall of death.
But we are life and light
its recognition sustains.
and though we walk into the shadows
in us
is light and our halls
are but the universe waiting for stars.
we are stars.
bright. shining. iridescent.
we are stars.
bodies bursting into super novas in our deaths.
Consuming in the monochromatic greys
i breathe in and find staleness
entering and i let go, exhale.
For i am fresh air, and life
sustains me.
For though the numbness of my outside world
paralyzes, i have found movement
within me.
For we are stars.
Throbbing in the navy skies,
beneath the evening clouds
glowing in the absence of people.
For we are stars
and though darkness consumes us
we shall burst in our death
with the unfaltering light
within us.
