They say that stardust
fills our bones;
it makes us happy,
so we won't feel alone.
My stardust
Is one in trillions;
If that's so,
why does the isolation
close in.
As if every ounce of stardust,
in someone else's veins,
are hell-bent on causing me pain.
In a galaxy where you're
never alone,
I feel so far from home.
