“The problem with human attraction is not knowing if it will be returned.”— Becca Fitzpatrick
And what do the stars say
When they look at you
Standing a billion miles afar
Do they bask in the light
Emanated by your glorious soul
Or do they wonder in amazement
The mystery of the darkness inside
Absorbing everything around
Not letting even light escape
What if they do wonder of what you’re made of
All elements they were deprived of so you can be
And you! Oh so pathetic
You should’ve been a giant ball of gas
Burning; for eternity
Till you burst and collapse
But maybe you still will
Because you’re not a star with gaseous core
A human with soul, no ?
“‘Rejoice with those who rejoice.’ I have found that difficult too often. I was much better at weeping with those who weep.”
- Marilynne Robinson, Gilead