Why I Love Stars

Flash on, flash off.
Incapturable, immeasurable.
Maybe it won't be this way forever
but today, only we can see them. Just us.
Our little human secret.
White dots, bits of erasure
on a dark canvas.
Torches in the solemn night.
It doesn't matter if I pull out my camera
too late, too early.
None of it matters.
Stars, beauty only captured
by the human eye. Perhaps
the last thing to which we can say so.
Raise one last glass to that.



14 years old

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