I wonder what the stars look like…without
the cut of power lines, and the hum of houses far and wide. I wonder if they
shine like no other, not doubting their existence, but merely shouting out,
making themselves known.
“Look at me! I’m bright, yet I’m so far away from all of you, down
there. Follow me to a different world! Perhaps… a better one.”
Yet those stars so far away in the inky page of an author not
known to me, secluded in the blanket of their own penmanship… are gone… some
that is. Only a handful remain, haunting us, and tempting us with the words of
their brothers. Some think, “I will show them,” and fall to Earth in a great
spectacular show of light that doesn’t “show them…” but rather the people use
“reasoning” in a big world of unreasonable people.
The stars… they pity us… and they marvel… and
sometimes they envy our emotions.
I wonder what the stars looked like… before I
was me… before the world was here.
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