i am low.
really behind the bushes.
hidden from everybody.
waiting. listening.
and as i look at the night sky, i tremble.
the idea of me being small.
i feel the biggest star looking back at me.
i feel it alone.
i wonder.
it is a big object.
that star is.
it survived eons of years.
caring less of its reclusion.
and then here.
people who are lonely.
alone yet surrounded by everyone.
how is that possible.
outlandish, but real.
if all weights tighten.
if all tears are great companions.
think of the star.
it cares less of its reclusion.
yet it survived for eons.
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