melody, oh melody, please wash away my empty weight. for the rain, that is meant to cleanse, only adds to the endless nothing that feels like something, even though it is not. if i cannot become empty then i, the vessel, will disappear as well. i will fall up to space until the exploding dust of cursed asteroids turn me into a planet, or until i am absorbed into neptune's gas. I will break every scientific law so you will not forget me. and i will become a legend. but how can i disintegrate into mythology when i cannot even sing, how would i ever shine as a constellation when my weak melody is so pathetic compared to orion's smile of mathematical marvels? i would be a lone star, not even a constellation, and i would fade. for my purpose would only be to tell the forbidden lovers, the sun and moon, that they loved each other, even though i loved them both. and it would break my heart even more than loving you did (is that even possible?) i would be a star, a messenger, forgotten. maybe i should stay on earth after all.

- but i dont want to fall in love again.