A Girl's Collection

What Am I?

I have complained about where I live. I have groaned in agony at the redneck boys dressed in jeans and boots. I have sighed at the ignorance of these country people. I've rolled my eyes at their city boy innocence. I've felt so so many negative emotions about the area I was raised from an early age. However, as I stare at the starry night sky. A sky that city lights hide from the naked eyes. I smile. This is a sight to behold and gasp in amazement at.

The stars remind me of the freckles decorating my sisters cheeks. The beautiful wavering deep blues remind me of the dark colors of my brother boutonniere on his senior prom day. It reminds me of the expo marker that doesn't seem to want to erase from the white board.

The shining stars remind me how small I really am. It reminds me that my problems are tiny compared to the universe that keeps revolving. It reminds me of the hope that echoes within my significant others voice. It reminds me of the chances that are being laid out to me like a red carpet on Emmy Nights.

I loathe the same thoughts that seem to bounce in everybody's heads around here. Where they only see the stars as balls of light that can't do anything. When that is wrong. The star can slam together and form balls of destruction. Where they can fall through atmospheres and slam into the top layer of a living planet. It shows me something that is deeper than skin.

The stars remind me of many things. Including the one thought. One thought...

"Never anger something gentle. For the wrath they shall unleash will be something related to a catastrophe that no human had ever seen before."

Which leaves the ever so lingering thought of brightness wonder and curiosity.

"Does the anger I release rarely leave crevices in the hearts of others? Or am I forgotten and only mentioned like the asteroid that killed the dinosaurs."