if I had a star in the sky for everything I’ve done wrong,

the sky would be filled with them.

I’ve messed so many things up,

killed too many opportunities,

but hey, 

we’re all fallen stars. 

We fall for a reason.

I’m still not sure what mine is, 

but it has something to do with writing.

I want all you other fallen stars to know,

we are all amazing the way we are.

Its kinda like angels,

except WAY better.

Because the stars have a purpose.

And we don’t know it until it smacks us in the face.

Fallen stars have a purpose. 

And we have each other’s backs.

We are prepared to fight till the end.

And we will find our place in this hateful world.

And make it lighter 

One Star At A Time.