she is made of star stuff, the lingering effect of supernovas colliding and light thrown in every direction, the breathtaking sight of immortal beauty, the kind that shines for centuries, only to reach a destination that doesn't worship her as he does the blinking planets.
we're all made of star stuff... i think that's pretty cool and poetic. ALSO the poetry class i'm taking this year is eye-opening and amazing, the amount of pure talent people have with words- it blows me away