Darkness

I am made of the darkness between the stars.

Celestial secrets have entombed themselves in my veins, fractured starlight seeps sheepishly through the whites of my eyes.

I am made of the darkness between the stars.

I am stitched with wonder and oblivion. My limbs are extensions of that obsidian sky within me- always reaching, always searching for a glimmer in the expanse, an existence to confirm my own.

I am made of the darkness between the stars.

I am made of unanswered wishes meant for falling stars, the mouths from which they originated too slow to catch that gilded piece of magic.

I am made of wonder. Of 'what if's' and uncertainty.

I am made of a chase for life that breathes power onto the embers of my soul.

I am made of darkness.