When the night hangs over your part of the world and you look up, seeing all of those beautiful, shining stars, what runs through your head? You see stars that clearly have been dead for years, but the idea of them lives on. When I look up at the night sky, that's what I see. I see lifeless lights; still so beautiful. In some ways, humans beings are like the stars we see. Do you think the stars feel? Do you think that they ever feel lonely or angry or sad? Maybe they wish they could reach out a touch the planets that they're warming and keeping alive. But if they do, they'll burn them to a crisp and leave them bereft of life. What a terrible curse that must be. When the stars die do they go out with a fizzle or a bang? Can a star kill itself? If I go, this is how I want to be remembered. I want people to understand that I was made of flesh and bone and was nothing special, but that my heart was made of sand. Just before I die, I want something so powerful to happen that my heart of sand blows across the plains, leaving a thin layer of love to sit in wait upon everyone I ever cared for. That would be more my style, leaving with an air of whimsey.
I don't want people to remember me by how they find my flesh and bone, but how they find my heart, scattered and content. Don't fret, I'm not going anywhere yet. But that's how I'd like it to go, given I have a choice. Anyways. Yeah. Have a good Friday. Do something fun. Don't kill anyone though.
-Kaitlyn
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