Stardust Is

What my reflection in the mirror is, while I see disappointment, my lover sees a nebula. Under heat and pressure I begin to form, many aspects of myself emerging, none dominant. Like the stars in the endless expanse, millions of variants of myself twinkle, some die of age, others are born in the violent aftermath. Stardust runs through my veins, and it runs in yours as well. Let your many selves twinkle and shine, you're a night sky worth viewing.