A thought struck me, as I stood there, in the desolation of my own loneliness. The thought specifically, no longer matters. What does, however, and always will, is what brought forward the string of concious notation.
It was the sky.
And yet not.
Eyes cast upwards and aglow with awe, they had landed on a sight which was truly too magnificent to be real.
Above me was mystery. Shattered diamonds had been flung accross the velvet darkness, white beacons of hope calling for all those lost souls home.
It was as though, in that moment, this impure and dirty world had revealed it's beautifully pure heart
Worlds, galaxies, whole universes were before my very eyes. They were the scattered jewels of the gods above.
They could be the souls of the elders, I think to myself. They could be somebody's home. They could be my hopes, dreams, or faults.
But above all, they were stars.
And I knew that as long as I had the stars on my side, I would never be alone.
