I end up here a lot. In this place where my mind races and then slows and either way I feel like I’m not breathing already.
The story of the stars fascinate me. That their light shines on for so long after they themselves have died out. And I’m only wondering if that is because I feel like that too.
My life has had so many tragic lows mixed with all sorts of positive highs. This true explosion of light. Some days I feel the contentment and peace that comes with being surrounded by the blues and purples of the galaxy. Others I think I might explode from the stress and anxiety of the meteor showers. Regardless I always stay in the same place. I always act the same. Like the trusty constellation stars you will always find in the same place if you know just where to look.
I feel like my head is in this time frozen space. Witnessing so much and feeling so small in comparison to what is out there. Desperately just wishing for some gravity to pull me out of this place i am in. For my light to mean something to someone even if I fade out and it’s all that’s left of me.
It’s easy to wish upon the first star you see, but does anyone ever really notice the same random star twice? I think they are just lucky glances. But when the earth turns and suddenly the sun shines down upon them, all of those little stars are soon forgotten.
I wonder what else is out there. What importance there is to just this monotonous routine of always ending up in the same place with the same thoughts.
Sometimes I wonder if these beautiful stars truly die, or if they just take their own light and run away in search of something more than this.
Both escapes sound beautiful.
Wish on a star tonight, it could be the last night of the millions it’s light has shown.
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I’ve been gone for a while. And I can relate to this on so many levels. It almost feels like I wrote it. But you worded it better. I have always thought there weren’t others like us. Who wondered about the stars and their beauty. I even admire the moon. You could even say, that as I gaze at the stars I speak to the moon and the moon is now the closest I get to not being so lonely. I’ve been coming on here to read more posts to find something intriguing as I am bored lately and I wish I could talk to someone about my thoughts beyond earth. What if these stars that go missing go on to shine upon another place. What if they feel like they just don’t belong. Your post is the most lovely that I have seen in a while. Thank you for sharing.
I’m glad you relate to this. Please feel free to talk to me about it all.
There is such an infinite beauty in all of it. So dependable and majestic. I can’t help but believe sometimes that they just go somewhere else because I cannot imagine things that beautiful just dying out and disappearing all together. Maybe that’s because I’m not quite sure what I would do without them. I wonder if anyone would miss me as much as I would miss the stars.