You are a star bearer.
You don’t know the weight of the world but you know all of the constellation
Sweetie, I am no constellation
Things grow in me. Flowers bloom from me.
My heart is this ocean here. The things inside of it are beautiful and terrifying all at the same time.
I am not a star, star bearer.
I am star dust that grew these beautiful things. That nurtured springs and laid out summers. I dropped fall in the cradle and taught winter to walk on my own.
I am on my own.
Star bearer, you don’t know the weight of me.