My star came out tonight. It looked like a dead vessel in a sea of space. The star was stationary, of course, and kindled all my suppressed hopes and desires for this life. Mesmerized, I stared and felt my soul’s light reflected back at me from the cosmic looking glass. I mentally channeled my story into its winding recorder so that the next time I see it out I will remember the moment and reflect all over again. This is the way that I grow.
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- Brian Looney
- Albuquerque, New Mexico, United States
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