you're a unique star

I've not been able to blog in days, thanks to the hustle and bustle of car trouble, work, life, and your daily blindsiding and stress. Even now, I don't have a lot of time to gather thoughts for a decent post.
However, I had some buried words in my purse from the other day.
With nothing much better to do on a Wednesday waiting for my car to be repaired (on the day of the Tori Amos concert, hello frustration), I took out my trusty mini purse notebook and did what I could with cars zooming by on the main road and the smell of engine oil in the air.

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If the sun is a star, then the sun burns out. Clouds must cower and hide their doubt. Rockets have seen things we'd never understand, so blind must be the satellites spinning round and round. Debris shines brighter than giant spheres of power. We telescopes get confused with all the condescending showers. Protective gear, balloons, we can only enlighten ourselves. The real stars will thank us, they've always done it so well. Holding out their own radiance, regardless of the crowd, gleaming hydrated and tall despite the drought. Shine or be shunned, fly or be flown. We decide on unique stars, no queen in this drone.