when stars collide, only the strongest survive-
metamorphosis; the change into something new.
would you miss me, when stars collide?
a brief moment of lucidity, solitude.
and then we are brilliance.
when stars collide, us mortals are left to clean up the shards
and destiny claps its bloody hands, drinking in the sorrow.
it pools at its feet and drips from its lips because destiny
stopped caring a long time ago.
if only the stars did too.
when stars collide, destiny remembers its place; because even
destiny knows that apathy is no match for passion; even the brutal
passion that rages through celestial ichor. planets and moons watch from
afar because even they know better than to meddle when stars lay out the
future; a vicious artist painting suffering for its subject.
when stars collide, for an instant there is a twisted form of
silence, a memory resurfaces to the sunlight of when destiny was
gentle and stars were distant and other things of dreams and visions yet
do you feel the grass beneath your feet and the wind beneath your eyes?
and then brillance- stardust- moonlight;