it seems to me that the universe is a big black blanket over everything, older than time itself,
which is why you'll have to excuse the universe for having holes in it:
you know, stars.
the light shining through this vast fabric of darkness,
what a glorious, wonderful, beautiful mistake.
we don't always see the stars.
their light doesn't always make it here.
but they are there. we know that for sure.
and there is comfort in that.
so thank you, stars.
for shining through whatever tiny, unsuspecting gap you can find,
and showing me that there is more to this universe than blackness.
...
you are my star.
thank you.
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