top of page
Alexa Daskalakis
Notes on what it means to be human—
written from the edge of time, memory and silence.
The Star Who Forgot Its Name
A brief departure from my usual work – for the children who dream too far, and the adults who once did.
I asked a star,
“Do you ever get lonely,
burning where no one can reach?”
And the star replied,
“Do you ever hide your light,
just so someone might teach you to shine?”
I asked,
“Do you still make wishes?”
The star laughed.
“I grant them.
That’s not the same.”
I said,
“Then what do you wish for?”
And the star whispered,
“To fall,
and still be seen as beautiful.”
So I looked up,
and for the first time,
didn’t wish at all.
bottom of page