the stars twinkle with an unknown luster about them. the sky, look up at the sky. there’s a mountain lion up in the purple, blue, green, gray air. if there be a valley in the sky, the mountain lion would be prowling. there! see it! way up in the sky. the stars, they cluster together. oh me, it’s a jolly sight to see. if only, if only, if only. the repetition of my thoughts. if only, if only, if only. there is much more to meet the eye. if only the stars twinkled a different way. would we view them differently, if they did twinkle a different way? is there even a way to tell... Galileo probably knew of a different way. as did Copernicus. why did they keep these secrets from us. oh, there’s a way to find out. a way to find the mountain lion that hides beneath the twilight of the stars. if only, if only, if only. my brain cannot be stable. have I gone crazy? there has to be a way to find out. the stars! look! but wait! what’s that? the moon! oh dear, the moon. nature’s only real reason to be beautiful. if there’s a shadow on the moon, is there a way to discover what’s under the shadow? the darkness, oh the darkness. it’s there. it exists. it’s a futile attempt to break under the layers of smoggy chaos. it’s futile. you’re futile. there’s no hope for you. don’t try to save yourself. there’s no hope. no hope. no hope. if only, if only, if only. if only you could see what you are becoming. there’s no hope. if only, if only, if only. power will not help you. power is limited. the moon limits it. there is no power by the moon. there is only just slightly a bit of gravity. your death. it’s coming. if only, if only. if only you could see what is wrong with you. there’s no hope for you. you are like dust in the wind. all you are is dust in the wind. the stars believe you’re just a speck in time. there’s no hope for you. you’ll be dead before too long. the history books won’t even have enough strength to remember you. you don’t exist. you don’t exist. you don’t exist. to me. especially to me. there’s no hope for you. even if the stars tried to twinkle a different way, you still wouldn’t exist. your time on earth was too small a time to make a difference. there’s no hope for you here. you never belonged here. you should know that. why don’t you know that? nobody liked you. we hated you. hate. hate. hate. if only, if only, if only. if only you realized how much of a fake you were. if only you could have seen that we truly hated you. nobody loved you. love. love. love. do you even know what love is? the moon, you see that? you see the connection it has with the sun? that’s love. nobody loved you. it’s obvious. oh my dear, how could you have not seen it was obvious. cheaters. hah. you see darling, the stars, the stars know something that you do not know. they are better than you. we all are better than you. you don’t deserve to live. you are pathetic. if only, if only, if only. what keeps you alive, you silly human? nobody likes you. everybody lies to you. the stars keep secrets from you. there is no point for you to be here. so, why are you here? do you believe there’s hope for you still? that is the most hilarious thing I’ve heard in a long, long time. hope. nobody talks about hope anymore. the stars know that the universe will die sooner or later. why buttercup, why do you exist? can you die. die. die. die. die. we don’t like you. we hate you. the stars! look! see them shining? they’re calling you. they want you dead, just like we do. there’s no hope for you now. there’s no hope for you now. there’s no hope for you now. give it up. just give it up. the pain will all go away. give up. give up. give. up. you know you want to. someplace way deep down in your heart, you know that your existence is futile. you don’t deserve life. death, I say! take this pathetic human away. the stars were right. the moon was right. you were just...there. not existing. just...a pointless waste of space.