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An unnamed entity. I have a knack of writing poetry in the perspective of them.

a child of starlight

of life and mind, what a curse

to be left to think

Floating among stars, I wander silently. Thinking. How did my predecessors cope with being alone in thought? How does one manage the existential dread that comes with it? Its uncomfortable. How dreadful. 

not always dreadful

sometimes, it is delightful

like a pleasant dream

Fair point. But darling, some thoughts aren’t meant to be thought alone, pleasant or not. That’s the real curse; to whom do I share my findings to? No one else drifts the stars but me. Alone. Is that what it means to be lonely?

perhaps. but, dearest

forget me not, look at you

It is not ideal

... but I am my own answer. A bleak revelation, really, but you are right. So it shall be.