Pluto, not mercury.

You're all pretty on the inside, contrasting lines and uneven segments. Do you think you were made with divine inspiration? So what sticks out? I don't know, all distorted star boy. I guess I got tired of looking up, maybe burn less bright. Be dim for me, for a second, yeah? So what do you notice? So much, star boy, mainly the love. I don't think other people catch on. Lines hang like rays of light from your mouth sometimes, you stare like you don't know what to do with it. An affliction? Only to sorrow, I think. Why else would you find the places I'm hiding? It's not really a sickness either way, I think you are just curious about the worse things in life. Anyways, stay where you are so I can find you tomorrow, star boy. I know that's not how orbit works but I'd like to think you defy nature for me. Sleep well and sleep away.