Have you ever sat out on a forbidden balcony, covered yourself in blankets, and just watched the stars?
They don't do a whole lot, or at least they don't seem to.
But they exist. They are.
If stars were beings, what would they say?
There is no hustle or bustle with a star. They just are.
From countless miles away they shine.
They don't worry about past, present or future- all those moments are simply now.
How do you shine, dear stars?
Surely our childhood got you right, to notice your twinkling- just like the rarest of gems.
So far and yet so close. In the past yet also this moment, and for billions of moments more.
How do you shine?
I tried to count the stars and I couldn't.
Tried naming them and it was too much.
Then I looked, just looked, and sat and looked some more.
How can they be so....?
How can they be?
(Can I just Be?)