Category : Poems

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When you see stars, tell me. Do you see yourself as one of them. Telling you, showing you who you really are. They are burning gases, but they are shining so bright. Do you see yourself as high as a star. So high that others will have to look up and observe and admire you. Because you are that one spot giving off a luster of light. And when they constellate, would the constellation be of you? You would never know, but can you really guess? If your mind convinced you that there are stars who are a sign of a person in their grave, would you believe you're made up of a stars? Does it sound like a stupid thought? Your beliefs are your beliefs. I believe that shooting stars are signs of someone crossing over to the afterlife. They might soon go up to the sky and be observed and admired by others. Their spirits are up in the sky where Heaven is. For all the good that they have done. And for that they are admired and observed by others around the world. Even if their name is unknown it's enough for them to know people would like their accompany in the sky. Now. Do you believe that you'll be a star. That others would look up and admire and observe? It's your beliefs, but I'll tell you this. I'd believe I was going to be a star. Giving off burning gases of light of to the world that I've known and loved. What about you?