It’s empty here.

A little cold sometimes.

A little hot sometimes.

I’m not doing anything.

Just…

Drifting.

Wandering.

Floating.

But it’s peaceful.

I’m calm.

Everyone around me keeps getting brighter and brighter.

They’re destined to be stars,

And I…

I don’t know what I’m destined to be.

I feel like I’m getting dimmer.

Not colorless.

I’m more vibrant than ever before,

More alive.

But I don’t shine as bright on the outside.

I used to shine brighter and brighter until I burned out.

Go perform to everyone else

And break apart on the inside.

Now I’m more constant.

Not quite as interesting,

Not nearly as bright.

But I’m stable.

I guess I’m learning that as long as that glow is still there,

Even if it’s a spark flickering in my chest,

I’m okay.