I belong in the silence between utterances where my name rests and no one dares to reach for it. a spirit once whispered, you are worth so much but not more than the person next to you. their truths fell like gentle rain upon my shoulder, an anchoring and liberating sentiment. I belong in the little things: a door held open, a quiet companionship, laughter at an inopportune time. I need not glow by myself. were one big galaxy, not brighter nor dimmer, just stars who have come to an agreement to remain lit together.