I see a trembling star, I ask her,
“Why do you tremble?”
“I am afraid of the dark.”
“You? You who are made of light!”
“The light you see is who I used to be. Now I’m naught but a rock.”
I put my hand on her cold, rugged body, in an attempt to calm her down, as I tell her;
“You know, just because you’re consumed by darkness, doesn’t mean others can’t see your light.”
– J
Josie Mattsson 