I wish I could capture the stars.
At least in a photo,
but I'd really like them in a jar,
emulating fireflies.
How powerful I'd feel,
knowing that I had a bit of sky,
the same sky everyone stood under,
the same sky everyone wished upon,
when seeing one of these stars fly.
My little piece of universe would remind me
how small I really am.
But they would also remind me,
how connected we are,
and of the insane beauty of simplicity.
I wish I could capture the stars.
But now I realize the sadness.
My jar of stars would outlive me.
My everlasting fireflies.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
I wish I could capture the stars.
At least in a photo,
but I'd really like them in a jar,
emulating fireflies.
How powerful I'd feel,
knowing that I had a bit of sky,
the same sky everyone stood under,
the same sky everyone wished upon,
when seeing one of these stars fly.
My little piece of universe would remind me
how small I really am.
But they would also remind me,
how connected we are,
and of the insane beauty of simplicity.
I wish I could capture the stars.
But now I realize the sadness.
My jar of stars would outlive me.
My everlasting fireflies.
