Let no one tell you
that
Feeling empty is
wrong.
It's okay to be a
sad black hole;
And on some days, a
constellation of stars.
Your light may dim
on some days,
But it's never
always dark.
For the dreams
inside of you
Need just a single
spark.
And on the days when
You are the spark
And the
constellation,
Let no one stop you
From burning too
bright.