I'd like to think that we are all stars.
Dead for thousands, billions of years.
But our souls are still illuminated.
And can still be seen over a course of time.
We're slowly drifting through the galaxy.
We sometimes fade, but are still there lightyears away.
Stars are reborn.
We scribble and dance our fate into the universe.
We collide. We fuel. We die.
We're part of history.
We're part of eternity.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 1:04 PM UTC
I'd like to think that we are all stars.
Dead for thousands, billions of years.
But our souls are still illuminated.
And can still be seen over a course of time.
We're slowly drifting through the galaxy.
We sometimes fade, but are still there lightyears away.
Stars are reborn.
We scribble and dance our fate into the universe.
We collide. We fuel. We die.
We're part of history.
We're part of eternity.
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