I am not a planet. I am not a star. I am a failed star.
A giant dwarf. A baby monster.
Not habitable like a planet. Not life-giving like a star. Dimmer than a star, larger than a planet, a limp mass stuck in an undecided state. Never a giver. Never a receiver. No visitors in its orbit, no orbit to visit any master.
I am a failed star. Not willing to be discovered. Not worthy of a will to be discovered. Not worried of such worthiness.
May the Gods of seven skies excuse my being. May the Lord of Ether set me free of any mass. May the Supreme being of Vacuum release me from any incurable disease of grandioseness.
My sentiments as of late... well written, bitter, accurate, kafka-esque...
ReplyDeletemy mood these days as well. thanks for co-feeling.
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