Though I hated you, ran from you, and tried to bury you, the inevitable still latches to the both of us like a leech.
There's no running.
There's no hiding.
And there's no ignoring you.
Starlight, why?
I'm a navigator for this sky, yet cannot read you clearly. Each star seems to be in meaningless directions and shed useless light.
How can others see your guidance so easily and run to you, yet I stay still in the stagnant waters of my world, fearing for your inevitable approach?
They tell me to learn from you—to find warmth and love within your undeniable embrace.
But how can you learn and love something you don't even know?
Starlight, you're so close, yet so far away. How can I possibly understand you the way you understand me?
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