I fear myself broken,
In a way I do not understand.
My thoughts are clouded,
Scrambled to the corners of the universe.
I’ll refer to myself as a star,
If only for a moment.
Burning my fuel
Emitting my warmth.
Eventually I know I’ll freeze,
Keeping nothing for myself.
I fear I do not understand
Why I am what I am.
And perhaps this is why some choose to revolve around me,
While keeping their distance still unimaginable.
I feel as though I’m hurdling,
Only through the dark.
Perhaps if I burn and burn
The cold will never reach me.
And the dark will be brighter
For any who need my warmth.
I am heat,
And yet I feel cold.
Cold to my very core.
And I know that while I burn
None can ever know me.
But as long as I shine,
Maybe when I close my eyes,
I can pretend that even for a moment,
The cold will never reach me.
I do not understand why I am what I am,
But perhaps cold is all I will ever know.
