I look to the stars.
Ever since I was a child, stars have caught my wonder, my attention.
These crystals in the sky have meant so many things to so many people for so many years.
They shine against a backdrop of absolute nothingness. They are silent in the absolute nothingness.
They are silent, but are they lost? Or am I lost in thinking they are lost?
Can stars be lost? Can stars see us as we see them? Lost.
Can they see our search for purpose in the darkness of the unknown as we watch them across the absolute nothingness? Do we look lost in their eyes?
Their being is all we have of the mysterious why.
I look to the stars as those who came before me have. I cry out to them, "Tell me why. Give me a sign. Help me. Can you hear me?"
Can they even hear me?
If they can, could they help me, or can all they do is burn, just as all I can do is live. Lost?