Raz
Bluelighter
disclaimer: None of this is any reflection on my emotional state or worldview, I just felt like writing...(any comments more than welcome). 
I'm a dirty star and you're a ball of mud satelliting around me.
You breathe in when I exhale and you think every one of my discarded thoughts is a treasure.
You draw on my wasted breath to survive and every time I turn your way you cringe in anxiety,
in hope,
in realisation that you're beneath my notice as I follow my path on the cosmic axis.
This path along the neon spiral is my destiny and you're just the fly who buzzes expectantly, waiting for some kind of fallout to make you happy.
Waiting for the punchline to the great cosmic joke (that you won't ever get anyway).
Waiting for the great dirt-streaked sun to smile upon you with (imagined) magnanimity.
Waiting for my existence to justify yours.
(Again)
.
I'm a dirty star and you're a ball of mud satelliting around me.
You breathe in when I exhale and you think every one of my discarded thoughts is a treasure.
You draw on my wasted breath to survive and every time I turn your way you cringe in anxiety,
in hope,
in realisation that you're beneath my notice as I follow my path on the cosmic axis.
This path along the neon spiral is my destiny and you're just the fly who buzzes expectantly, waiting for some kind of fallout to make you happy.
Waiting for the punchline to the great cosmic joke (that you won't ever get anyway).
Waiting for the great dirt-streaked sun to smile upon you with (imagined) magnanimity.
Waiting for my existence to justify yours.
(Again)
.
