I wonder about the nature of shooting stars
explosions of light that destroy themselves
in order to create beauty
And I wonder
Am I beautiful, too?
But I imagine I look more like
a flickering neon light
in a dim alley
the only thing illuminated
are my many insecurities
drowning out what little light exists
but you know at least in the dark
you can’t see your own reflection
Really enjoyed reading, nice write.
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