"...I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night."
-Sarah Williams, poet
I reach out further, straining my arm, aiming for the sky. There is a faint scent of moss and wet grass floating in the air. Sweet petrichor. The night sky, a beautiful velvet blanket that sparkles with a million diamonds forever embedded in its dark threads.
I wonder if the stars are lonely.
They look so close together, shining, twinkling so magnificently but yet they are eons apart. Never will they touch, but they know there are others out there that are like them.
Wasted light, sparkling aimlessly into the dark void of space.
The grass tickles my back and the cicadas buzz, something resembling a baby's rattle. The crickets chirp and I lie still. I try to extend my arm further and take the biggest clump of the sky as I can. A handful of stars.
But they will always be unreachable. The world around me is crumbling into a spiraling uncertainty.
There are far too many beautiful things in this world to sit back and be afraid to venture out into the unknown.
I think I'm ready for this transition. Even if I am alone. At least I know the stars are like me too.
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