When fueled with unconditional attention, the star glows and radiate energy that becomes uncontrollable.
But when left alone, she withers and mulls the relative distance between everyone.
She yearns for excitement, yet is nonchalant about it. She doesn't know what she wants anymore because she's not been given any options.
She finds it meaningless - everything is meaningless; for all that is in front of her will cease to exist in the snap of her fingers.
She craves for creativity, for spontaneity, but is hindered by her sterility and endlessly seeking for perfection.
She knows the darkness will never go away and she knows she will have to live with it for the rest of her life. Has she not lived with it till now?
She's dropping contact with almost everyone she knows. Because she's tired to talk, she's tired to walk, she's tired of herself.
She's tired of living and she's tired of giving.
She doesn't know her meaning on Earth. She's lost, confused, indifferent and running out of steam.
She asks herself if she's really strong enough to continue plodding on...
...and she doesn't know.
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