All of us

I tend to get jealous looking at stars.
They are so small, yet they make me feel like I don’t matter.
Then they tell me I am essential.
And I remember how huge they must be, being able to see me like that.

We are not that different, maybe, we are alike yet we look at each other from different levels.

Jealousy might not be the right word for it.

Maybe I’m just trying to navigate through a dark night and they 
are the light I wish to become.

The one thing we definitely have in common is that we are both dying.
Yes, all of us.

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