Broken to the Bones

I should be at home. Or out.

My brain feels like mashed potato


Fuck it all.. I can't... i can't even NOT be bothered with it... it'w wrenching at my fat gut... pulling at my weathered, withered heart...

Little Star.

My favourite star in the sky
A bright and shiny thing
Full and strong, huge and distant

I remember the day... have no idea when
I found out that my star wasn't a star atall..

It was huge, and it was bright..
But not a speck on what it once meant to me. That star was a planet. Accessable, small... mediocre... dangerous...

My star isn't what it once was.
It was beautiful.
It was mine.

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