STAR

The stars started failing me.

Even their light would eventually burn out.

I am seeking warmth.

But they are colder than the feeling of doubt.

Just gems in the sky we’ll never wear.

Without a soul, it cannot see within.

Where does the warmth that I seek come from?

I want to hear music on the streets,

for the shouting and laughter never to end.

✾themeekarestillhere✾