No one understood why she spent so much time staring at the stars. Night after night her parents asked her why she insisted to sleep under the stars. Until one night, she finally whispered, “we are the same, the stars and I, beautiful from a distance, something quite mysterious, but cannot be reached.” The time spent trying to understand why the stars are so far away is greater than the time spent trying to understand the stars, themselves.
“Maybe” she thought, “if I follow the North Star, it will lead me home.”
But what she couldn’t see was the galaxies swirling inside her- screaming the way home. So she journeyed far and wide searching for something which didn’t exist, only to realize that every time she charted one more star, a constellation fell out of her soul and into the sky; leading her to safety. Doesn’t she know the sun yearns to kiss her every morning and the moon longs to dance with her every night?
If you look into someone’s eyes, you can see their soul. Some are filled with wildflowers and some are filled with snow. But, my darling, there are few, who have galaxies inside, just like you. You are a galaxy. You cry stars, breathe nebulas, love black holes and with each step you take, you leave a trail of stardust.
Because of this, we are the galaxies who bleed words and sparkle like diamonds with bitter-sweet excitement and hearts made of stone. Words and art flowing out of our eyes resulting in nebulas of thought. Time and space have no bounds and we will capture the night with the light of a thousand stars.
You have been created with brilliance, so go! Create nebulas, unwind black holes and shine; putting every other star to shame with brilliance.
