To My Lovers...
You always speak of the stars in my eyes and I wonder if I should tell you, it’s because you’re in them. You were the purest form of a wish of an outcast. A wish someone like me needed, craved, just to prove life is worth living for the love you will gain. Let them throw petty insults, let them call us names, let them harass us on the battlegrounds of daily life. I will grip your hand tighter, walk with more power, and smile with strength in my eyes. Let them be afraid of the reality they have not learned the meaning of love. And one day when they sit cold and alone on the footsteps of tomorrow, withered and grey, we will stand tall on vast deserts of forever, journeying to a new day. I may stand tall with the cosmos inside me, I may beam energy like a god, I may contain the universe within me.
But the universe is nothing without her stars.
