the twinkle in the dark skies. the shimmery reminders of hope in the dead of night.
the bursts of light dot the skies, like shiny freckles of a celestial being. how lovely it is to sit underneath the ethereal blanket of a star-lit sky, listening to the breeze whip through the trees around me. how loved i feel; full.
the glints in the darkness are a testament to the timelessness of love; the stars were made to be enjoyed. the same stars i look upon are the stars my ancestors gazed upon in the late hours. they will always be.
