At first glance, we might all seem crazy.
Or maybe we are. We do things for reasons that make sense to us, reasons that might not necessarily make sense to anyone else.
At first glance, we might all seem like we lead a simple life.
But what might seem simple to you might be killing someone else.
When we look up at the sky, we see stars everywhere.
I spot a shooting star and I giggle. You see one that is shining brighter than the others. We see one bigger star and wonder what its name is.
What we don't see is where these stars are today. We see stars for what they were, hundreds..or thousands...or millions of years ago.
Stars burn. But we cannot see that.
"...You could never tell the difference between the mood you were in, and me."
This is what we all should see, this is the only thing we need to remember. I shouldn't make you miserable just because I feel comfortable around you.
Stars are pretty, they guide us, and they always have...but they are, at the end, one of the many tricks of the universe.
Stars are the break up you will always remember. Regardless of whether it was you that hurt, or if it was you that was hurt. What matters, really, is that you have learnt.
"There's no revenge here. Love doesn't hate back."
If only I could get everyone to understand this, and read this. If only I could buy the book for everyone I have ever hurt, and for everyone that has ever hurt me. Maybe it will all be okay, maybe they'll realize it. And then the world would be a better place.
"...I was here, I felt, I lived and I loved as much as I could, while I could. And that the person that I loved, was you."
That is the same nagging feeling I get everyday when I am just about to sleep. My need to live on long after I am gone. Long after I have stopped seeing people, when I graduate, when I change jobs....I have the nagging need, tugging at my insides, to be remembered.
Stars is heartbreaking. It left me speechless. (And it made me cry)
Or maybe we are. We do things for reasons that make sense to us, reasons that might not necessarily make sense to anyone else.
At first glance, we might all seem like we lead a simple life.
But what might seem simple to you might be killing someone else.
When we look up at the sky, we see stars everywhere.
I spot a shooting star and I giggle. You see one that is shining brighter than the others. We see one bigger star and wonder what its name is.
What we don't see is where these stars are today. We see stars for what they were, hundreds..or thousands...or millions of years ago.
Stars burn. But we cannot see that.
"...You could never tell the difference between the mood you were in, and me."
This is what we all should see, this is the only thing we need to remember. I shouldn't make you miserable just because I feel comfortable around you.
Stars are pretty, they guide us, and they always have...but they are, at the end, one of the many tricks of the universe.
Stars are the break up you will always remember. Regardless of whether it was you that hurt, or if it was you that was hurt. What matters, really, is that you have learnt.
"There's no revenge here. Love doesn't hate back."
If only I could get everyone to understand this, and read this. If only I could buy the book for everyone I have ever hurt, and for everyone that has ever hurt me. Maybe it will all be okay, maybe they'll realize it. And then the world would be a better place.
"...I was here, I felt, I lived and I loved as much as I could, while I could. And that the person that I loved, was you."
That is the same nagging feeling I get everyday when I am just about to sleep. My need to live on long after I am gone. Long after I have stopped seeing people, when I graduate, when I change jobs....I have the nagging need, tugging at my insides, to be remembered.
Stars is heartbreaking. It left me speechless. (And it made me cry)
1 comment:
this is so precious. It makes me want to purchase a copy really soon. Thanks for writing about it. :)
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