There is something so strangely comforting about looking up at the night sky as it seems to rest on the rooftops, yet at the same time expand so much further beyond them as well. It seems only logical that looking up at the stars would do nothing to nurse one's loneliness, but rather to fuel and accentuate it. But alas, it does quite the opposite for me.
The most accurate way I can think to describe the sky, is as a blanket. But not just a blanket, a quilt. A patchwork of mysticism, brilliance, and fascination that wraps around me, immersing me in a kind of warmth that one cannot obtain from a lifeless heap of fabric.
If the moon and stars were people, they would surely be my closest friends. So many nights we have shared together, thinking, wondering, and pondering about the Universe. About everything. About nothing. About what matters. About what doesn't.
It is a funny thing really, claiming to be friends with the sky. No one would believe it if it weren't true.
"Young and Beautiful" by Lana Del Rey
A song that feels as deep as the night sky does.
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Speculations of an Artistic Mind: Jane's Thoughts
Non-FictionEveryone has thoughts. These ones are mine.
