by Sunny Gregson
When I was young, I was fixated on the beauty of the stars. I wanted to see them up close, and I fell in love with their golden glow.
Now I have seen the stars up close. They're brighter than expected, blinding even. I wish I would have known that before I floated too close to the rays of my true love. Never again will I see another star. Never again will I see anything but burnt gold.