The
loneliest star shines twice as bright
compared
to any other star
in the
belt of demi-gods
and
zodiacs and unnamed monsters.
There is
no light of its own
not even
the tiniest spark
that can command a galaxy of its own
to thrive or exist or dance in nothingness.
to thrive or exist or dance in nothingness.
Yet a
sun shines comfortably
mocking
its propensity for half-truths
and
half-lies.
Solitude
drives it mad:
forcing
it to absorb all things bright,
but not
beautiful
like melancholy and desire.
Still, it
carries light and warmth
like how fireflies store the world
in the
coldest and darkest night
to survive and breathe and then later explode.
to survive and breathe and then later explode.
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