Aster
When a boy made of stars falls to earth, how does his convictions stay the same? Is he shaped differently? Do ideals change when the reality is... we are all made of star guts?
In a world of Asters,
you shone the brightest.
A star waiting to be discovered,
waiting to be praised and loved,
but all it knew was an echo of void.
Where others only whispered,
you shrieked for attention.
Where others were soft you were
abrasive and tense.
Where others dreamed, you were
met with white.
The first ever star born of tears,
yet you were not an original.
The first to plague the land
but more followed through.
Oh my dear little star…
Can you survive the temperament of being human?
Can you survive without the night sky or loving embrace of moonshine?
Could you survive without your creator
and become an original in the mortal realm?
In a world of Asters...you were merely a wish
But in a world of where mortals admire your brilliance,
You were so much more.
“Take care of yourself for me”
She whispered into your ear and at last, you fell from the sky
out to find a journey and a legacy for one own self
Oh fallen star, how noble of you.
To still keep shining the way
for those behind you
But with every step you took,
With every shadow you formed,
You slowly forgot your own name.
Your origins
Were never lost.
Your skin is proof enough.
Full of constellations.
A whole new life.
Stripped right out of your eyes,
Oh, shined bright.
Bright for the world to see you.
Naivety was never a good look on you
Oh dear little star...
Not so little anymore
Will you come back
Once more?
Because truth is, I need him.
I need my constellation boy...to come back to me.
I don’t need you in the sky or to shine so bright.
I don’t care about the stars anymore.
All I care about is you.
Human all the same, for I am made of stardust
Just
Like
You.
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Alexithymia:🔆A deficiency in understanding, processing, or describing emotions.