I used to dream of catching falling stars and forming constellations.

I swept away the dust from the cosmos and used my breath to realign the planets.

I ripped apart galaxies and spackled them with lonely stars.

I swore to them that they would be seen as I plucked them from forgotten heavens.

I dipped the moon into the sea and burned each day with the sun.

I do this for you though you will never know me.

You can form constellations with your fingers and map out destiny.

You can run to catch fallen stars and watch as the ground devours them.

There will always be more.

The stars you don’t see today will come tomorrow so much brighter.

And ultimately, we amount to nothing but dust mashed against the universe.

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