be a candle or the night

For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.
So collapse.
Crumble.
This is not your destruction.

This is your birth.






One night
when you were just a star
someone hung every hope
every wish
every dream
they ever had
from your limbs
so if you ever feel inferior
ever start to doubt
your beauty
your brilliance
just remember:
you have constellations
lining the cathedral walls
of your chest, a moon for
a heart, and the sunlight
pouring through your skin
you are a symphony of stardust
and you were born to shine.