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The stars do not create your values.

You set your values as guidelines to light your way.

So please, choose them wisely.


Sometimes, you murmur that we just need to survive.

Instead, I’m screaming that we need to thrive.


Maybe it has meaning.

Maybe it doesn’t.

That doesn’t stop it from being fascinating.



Far enough to wish.

Close enough to sparkle.



I laugh.

I cry.

I feel.

I am not a shadow.


The fault is mine.

And the pleasure isn’t.

I’m sorry I’ll always remain imperfect.


Have those of a feather separated?  Parted?  Gone their own ways?

I guess it’s inevitable.