Lost my stars

'All of us are living in the gutters, but some of us are looking up at the starts'

I think i better leave right now, I am fealing weaker and weaker.
and i am afraid to let anyone know.
and attempting at the same to come up with a confession and say 'i was wrong'.

i am down in the dumps, and i have lost my stars, which somebody tried to locate, and i tried to make some realize their starts exist.
and now i have closed my eyes because it is escape.
but my other senses are working, and they are all weird.
i never meant to cause myself trouble.

i am not ready.

and

i am caught in the middle.

these tears are precious.
they give birth to meanings that are rare and unique.
they will stay.

so will this all.

i know whats right and whats wrong and i know they dont exist.

living is a detour, one after another.