December 7, 2017
I really love looking at the stars when everything is pitch black and calm. They blink randomly I could take deep breaths and think everything will be fine someday. But one thing strikes me everytime, it’s my realization of death. Some of those beaming and blinking are from stars which were already dead.
It’s like they’re calling me to experience the very last bit of beauty they could emit, and that’s beautiful and sad at the same time.