Being a star is hard work.

As I shine all through the night,
keeping up my brilliant light,
and struggling to be a pleasant sight.

I realize,

there are so many others
that are
alight.

Being a star, is hard work

#poem

In crowds of shade,
In the place near the start.
There is only one face.

And she said with her last ounces of blood dripping from her face, with the last gasps of air she will ever know…

“There is a moon, there is a sun, and there are the stars. You were the moon among stars, I was the sun chasing you around the world.”

The words poured out like my tears as I held her closer turning her chin so I can stare into her fading eyes...

“I may have been with all those stars, but they’re all the same. They burn out fast, so it won’t last. You were the star of stars, and I was chasing you around the world.”

I watched the glow from her face leave as it walked off with my sanity. I pulled her in closer, tightly, with all my might.
I was hoping I would be able to hold her so tight that she would become apart of me.

[- انتخاب کردی می خوای تبدیل به چه حیوونی بشی؟
- خرچنگ
- چرا خرچنگ؟
- خرچنگ بیش تر از صد سال زنده می مونه...مثل اشراف زاده ها خونش آبیه...در تمام طول عمرش با جفتش می مونه...به جز این دریارو هم خیلی دوست دارم.
- خرچنگ انتخاب خوبیه...بیشتر مردم سگ رو انتخاب می کنن. رخاطر همینه که دنیا پر از سگ شده.]
The Lobster 2015
#FilmChallenge
@Emood