stella

the stars. shining up there in the dark night. as a kid, i thought they were peepholes into heaven. today i think they are peepholes into ourselves. every time i glance up i can’t help but be flooded with happy memories. strong, happy memories. not those that hurt. the ones of your ex breaking up with you. of a Shadow getting hit by a car. rest in peace dog. of the stupid, little countless arguments with your loved ones. those little white dots pierce though those nightmares. scattered against the dark, black canvas, their twinkling is a masterpiece; perfection. they feel so far away yet their warmth comforts me during the coldest of nights.

stars. lights so pure. so elegant and so strong. complemented with the shine of the moon, i thrive at night like an owl. inexperienced, and unwise, though, separates me from the winged beast. but just like the owl, i spread my wings out and float into the celestial beauties.

don’t quit twinkling. 




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