A note : Sorry for not posting anything Friday, I went to see Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them straight after work and was too exhausted when I got home.
Anyway, here's a kind of weird thing I wrote about stars.
Stars. Giant balls of gas floating millions and billions of miles away in space. Yet they seem so close. Almost within reach on a clear night.
They make patterns in the sky, nonsensical yet clear at the same time. We have placed them in constellations, trying to make sense of these majestic lights in the sky. We’ve given them shapes and named them. Given them meaning where there is none.
No meaning at all yet all the meaning in the world.
They are the souls of the past staring down at us.
They are patterns that beget names that beget personalities.
They are distant entities that simply light our way in the dark.
They are beautiful indicators of possible worlds like our own.
They are everything and nothing.
One gives us life. Gives us light. Gives us warmth. Even at night it brings us a bright moon, reflecting its light even when illuminating the other half of our world.
Without stars we are nothing. Without stars we are blind in the darkness. ‘Without stars’ is an unthinkable reality.
Stars are fraught with importance yet we drown them out with our own lights, brighter and warmer and more comforting.
Stars are a terrifying concept of loneliness, of being lost in the middle of nowhere.
Stars are eternal. Stars die like everything else.
Stars are beautiful.
Tales written from a prompt in just 10 minutes.
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