Stars

Feeling these luminous dark nights like honey in my bones. Shining the shapes of stars onto the already blanketed sky. I glow from the inside. And that light you see is only the light of stars that are already dead. There is so, so much more.

I mix it in the dark, that nectar that shines. While the world is sleeping, I am working, playing, remembering. The sweetness is a medicine. It builds and builds and builds. Until I am nothing but stars. Consumed by my own radiance. Lighting the night.