Little Star

Maybe this is poetry, maybe it's not. Partial poetry may be a good term, or maybe just elegant rambles. I don't know. But I do know that I love the stars, because they hold secrets beyond one's imagination.

I don't know if anyone will truly enjoy any of this, but it's almost something I can be proud of even if it is a bit like an emotional dump.

(Sorry if they're depressing, I tend to write more extreme feelings and don't always stop when I'm happy to just write. )