Star crossed
I always love to look up at the night sky thinking of the stars and universe. I always feel at peace. I always wondered if some place far away my love was also looking up contemplating and getting just as lost as I was. That one person was so small compared to everything. That we ourselves are containing our own universal thoughts and emotions. That some people shine brightly as the stars above do, and some that are so distant that the light they give never reached us until they themselves have been long dead, immoral in some way. However in my double-mindedness I hate the stars for that lie and distance, because it always seems to match my own. If I can compare life and relations to the constellations then love can be described as a comet. Beautifully burning in the sky leaving memories equally as beautiful but just as fleeting, as the trail left behind as its burning. A near miss all the same, but wishing you could see the wonder of its crashing or at least it sticking around. It spends most of the time away far from view but wishing it still burns even when away. Tonight I sat outside on the ship and thought I had to share my thoughts. If i were home i would point up and tell you the little facts of the constellations i know then sit in silence and be lost in the stars.
I was pulled from my thoughts by the rocking of the ship and a couple laughing about the movie they huddled around. I don't think I can recount the moment as beautiful as it was but i will keep the memory, and my new definition for "Star crossed lovers". I know its ment for love ending in tragedy but the thought of two stars crashing into each other is beautiful. A blast of heat and passion, a storm of fire falling into one another, a true wonder.
