I look up to the stars
and I understand the urge to worship something
it gives something to aspire to
it is nice to feel someone is watching over you
the desire to transcend the cosmos
willingness to become become mad chasing a dream
I look up to the stars
until the day the stars fall
was it the desire to be closer to us
artists obsessed with their creations
had they become exhausted with perfection
hoping to come to peace among the flawed
I look up to the stars
and I weep for what was
can greatness never be achieved
is it a burden
that forges hopeless souls
About the Creator
Hufflecup
I want nothing more than to dedicate my life to writing, so I figured I would start here to test the waters. I will be submitting stories to as many communities as possible.
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