everytime you look at the stars, it's like opening a door. you could be anyone, anywhere. you could be yourself at any moment in your life. you open that door & you realize you're the same person under the same stars. camping out in the backyard with your best friend, eleven years old. sixteen, driving alone, stopping at the edge of the city, looking up at the same stars. walking a wooded path, riding a rowboat, staring out the back window of a car, you're eleven again. out here where the world begins and ends, it's like nothing ever stops happening.
I heard before that the stars we see every night, those little source of light, twinkling and glittering and painting the night sky are long dead. Yet they still give beauty to everyone who looks at them at night. They still give hope and inspiration to everyone who finds meaning in their existence. Maybe that's the reason why god created them. To remind us that even on the darkest of the darkest night of our soul, the memories of our loved ones can still give a glimmer of light and a twinkle in our hearts even when they are long gone, just like the stars.
I stare at the night sky today. The stars cannot be seen, the clouds obscuring their twinkling light. But I know behind those clouds, they're still there. Somewhere far away in the distant. Alive and beating and twinkling, just in a different time. And who knows, maybe the stars do laugh and we're just too far away behind in time to really know.
