R60 glass of wine, what is it really worth?

it's okay to be a glowstick.

sometimes we need to break before

we shine.

and then you breathe.  The deep, to your soul kind of inhalation of all the things that make YOU happy.  After a while this type of breathing becomes natural again. It becomes all you need to survive in this chained world. 

Ever tried to breathe life into something that is suffocated? 

Your shine will dimmer, your demeanor will extinguish and eventually you will be gasping and grasping for what once was or should be. 
There is no oxygen in space yet the stars shine. 
Exasperating, you will rocket into an orbit of nothingness... only to look back on a world you long for but don't perspectively comprehend. 

Space is however the answer. 

To breathe on your own, shining galaxies away from others, not immolating your oxygen to those afloat and aloof around you. And so you learn, that with every stolen night looking at the stars, you learn. 

You keep learning. 

You learn that even if you throw your voice into the stars and maybe the echo of your words will be written for them in the clouds by sunrise. The sun may not shine and you're spent. Another night under the stars not breathing but talking to someone so far away in his space 

 even if you wanted to share a breath, you shan't. 

I don't wanna be your girl no more
You can't do me right So I decide that

I don't wanna be your girl no more

I'm not living right

So I decide that

I don't wanna be your girl no more

I won't hide the ways I've tried 

It's just not right

It's killing me tonight

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I'm not gonna try to be your girl

Forever more.