Protostar₊˚⊹⋆

The globe isn’t so bright, the sun's sibling is greeting those with burdens that can only be dealt with in the darkness, if they aren't saved she'll waltz with them into the night and the sun will rest, because he too has his own problems. Half the world is asleep.

I am a star. I burn. Am I mad? Is it odd I find beauty in art and melancholy? I let passion consume me. I am not home yet I always find ways to make a home for myself and there I waltz alone. I find home in art, in others, in fleeting moments, and I embrace them. Am I mad?

I feel as if I'm running out of time, "Oh but what are you referring to?" I'm not quite sure. I want to live but what if I don't know how to? I've been near the sun and I've visited the moon. I'm a protostar, I'm not quite sure what to do, I'd love to run across the sky but what if I fall?

I've fallen before and I rose again but what if the next time I fall, I never get back up? I say I don't mind being forgotten. I haven't done much, so what's to remember? But I remember that I want to live. I haven't lived until I feel I've burned the most I can, it hurts. I want to burn so brightly that it hurts, but it's exhilarating! I want to waltz with other stars, I want to be there went half the world is asleep. I was once a burden but now I burn and burn. I want to dance, I want to be messy in my steps, I want to live, I want to live.

I want to live

I know I may never burn how I intended but just leaving a small step would be enough. I float aimlessly in the sky yearning in latency. I want to live because half the world is asleep and the sun's sibling whispers a sweet lament in my ear.