You cannot acknowledge the constellations without tracing through the darkness between the stars.
My kind is celestial, interstellar, cosmic,
but my kind is also in perpetual darkness, trying desperately to shine bright enough to make a difference
It's hard when you aren't able to see your own light
Sometimes we just have to look at each other
A distant reminder that we are still alive
That we are parts of a whole
And bright enough to be seen