I was writing a character profile when suddenly I started typing this. If anyone can interpret this that'd be cool.
What I Wrote[]
Thunder roll and witch's cackle what stormy rain pushes the night?
Oh what wonders they say, what bewildering cause, oh what great force pushes the stars?
Does my song not reach? Do my ears not hear? Or am I just blinded by questions that tug?
Each blistering moment, each painful breath, one may wonder, one may trek.
As the moon presents it's crescent, as the sun crashes its beaten head, the stars in the night only float. Questioning. Wandering.
If a child were created from a star, what would they do? What would they see? Would it be like the cartoon? Will it be like fantasy?
With each burning question I wonder. I speak, I hear, I repeat, I twist and turn forever and ever repeating the age old question...
Why?
It's simple enough to just believe what I hear and observe but what about what I can't hear nor observe? What if I need to seclude myself? What if I need to get away from myself? What if I need... to join the stars?
Yes, yes! That is the answer!
The answer to each problem that I string! The answer to each question that I ask! The answer to the mysteries that keep tugging away at my life force slowly draining at what little energy I have left!
I must join them. The little specks in the sky that help the moon when it is not in it's best shape to shine light down onto the barren earth.
It's clear as day, clear as sky, clear as that glass cup that I leave empty from time to time!
I must join the stars. Join my people. For I am a star child and a star child I'll be.