#1: when I’m looking at the stars I feel at once like I could
never be alone in this universe and like I always will be alone, and have
always been alone.
#2: the idea that some stars are dead and this “star” is no
more than a shadow hurts me more than any romance.
#3: I can’t talk to you about stars because I’m afraid that
you won’t care.
#4: sometimes I wonder how many millions of stars our
ancestors knew that are obscured now by city lights.
#5: under the stars I remember that I believe in God.
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