Are stars really our dead loved ones?
Perhaps, the galaxy is a crowded locus of love and heartbreak. It was the site of tears and oblivion — of every core who twinkles because of faded hue about the past.
I have this unusual fond toward stars. It reminds me of my loved ones who runs off this place — earth. I believe the one who glows the brightest is the one I loved the most.
But as I have said, I have this unusual fond toward stars. It jogs my memory apropos of you. The night when most of the stars shines at its perkiest state — a night of sorrow, grieve and burden. A night of oblivion.
“Are stars really our dead loved ones?” A kid asked me.
“Yes.” I uttered.
I remember why I have the unusual fond toward stars. Because, it never reminds me of the dead ones. It reminds me of the day you left me — your dead love towards me. When most of the stars shines at its perkiest state.
Though the truth is, they are just stars. They are only creatures who floats in the galaxy.