the universe has three types of people.

some people are moons;

they provide a soft glow 

a simple light

a little joy

to other's life

but they're just an echo of greatness

a shadow to the world

the result

of calamity. 

other people are planets;

they have their own moon

their own world

someone who revolves 'round them

without a single hesitation

they're someone else's world. 

and then there's the stars.

oh, the beautiful stars

they bring such light

such greatness

such happiness and joy

but. 

they're constantly caving in

due to the weight of the universe

one day, just going to implode

and destroy their surroundings. 

but you know what?

it doesn't matter. 

no one cares

because the entire galaxy revolves around them

without a regret in their system. 

together, we make up our own space

together, we are complete

together, we are a traumatized universe,

destined to be destroyed. 

but for now, we live in peace

for now, we harmonize, and we live, and we love

and dear gods, do i love

you.