What will be the value of all consuming, inflammatory combustion of vast stars if not to be seen?

I and the stars are always too deep in conversations

One star to another makes what?

A constellation, a pattern, path of an artistic journey

I am all too consumed with stars hidden within my soul

They are on fire, bursting into bright light

At once I am exploding with such artistic energy that can devour the whole world with in me

Come out! I shrieked

My soul has flown in midsts of crowded ambitions

I am burning my wings like Icarus aiming the impossible

Reaching like a Warrior to the star “The Sun” and the only Mighty star “The Sun”