Its so pure to be a singular star in the inky vacuum of space. What secrets could that heavenly body hold alone? It must exist between its beams at the peak of its stretch or at the touch of its heat, but never seen in its light. Secrets are ours and yet only when we are alone then they bleed out stealing half of our lives, half of our hearts, half of our friends, even half of our smiles. Are we our secrets? Are we truly ourselves alone? What could the secrets of a star steal? This is excellent i love your expression of basic wants and needs.