The Other Options

Sometimes it's difficult to accept certain outcomes... even if you expected it and prepared yourself ahead of time. there's still that bit of hope - a part of you amidst the insecurities and worries of half-met expectations - that shines ever so dimly. it's hard to deny its presence... ignore its strangely appealing light, however weak and singular it may seem. somewhere in that overwhelming void exists a chance for that spec to streak, suddenly and brilliantly, across the black... leaving a trail of fire and awe and worth. but it's rare at best, to expect as much or see as much. you're only left with the hope that the light will burn long enough for a new one to arise.

I mean, most stars never have the chance to fall... only fade.