Stars

Each of us has a star in the sky. The one that only shines for us. And what do we do with our star? I have no idea. I just want to find mine and tell the whole world: This one is mine! I feel there's something up there. Why else would I keep searching? My star... I'd like it to be sparkly... But no star dust please. I'd have to vacuum my room everyday!

But what if my star is dead and that's why I keep searching the sky...?

Or maybe I'm blind...?