Something about stars

Something about stars, a way in which they control through description(s)... the more narrative surrounding stars, the more unreachable and near they seem

they are said, many(?) of them, to be burned out - like patients at a hospital, shining brightly many years ago, right now (but/and not all, some have perhaps yet to be created...)

are they formed, created, creators of their own - from the slight arrogance of a viewer narrating they might seem, as Shakespeare hints of, combusting in failed narrative... to be... in our faults

From a guess of sorts... they would have to be broken to be spreading light, in such way

Those shining away from earth, are likely not to be called, stars, other than by such an inclusion