There is a plant. It's out in the cold. But it appears to brave the weather. Believing that no winter lasts forever, it awaits the first light of the sun to shine down on its dying leaves. The sun is a star.
There is a star. It looks like a Deity from afar. It is a Deity. The sky is a big blanket littered with billions of stars. At night, the sky looks even brighter. The stars are watching.
There are billions of stars. Yet, between them is an empty space vast enough to swallow the lives of all men. There is one plant willing to be swallowed by that empty space. It is willing to uproot itself and transcend the boundaries that seem to tie it back to the lonely ground where it cannot even begin to reach with its leaves the proverbial warmth of the sun. It wants to get close to the star, to the sun. It will brave all burns.
There are billions of stars. Yet, between them is an empty space vast enough to swallow the lives of all men. It must be lonely up there.
And it's lonely down here, too.
Courtesy of: /shutupandlisten/
Forgetful Lucy // Indelible Adam **eh?
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