Stars are dead, according to scientists.

Yet they strikingly gleam and glisten in the distant night, listening and cheering on the wishes of the hopeful who’re planting seeds of hope.

How is it so, that stars beam when they have ceased to exist?

How do they consume the skies, scattered meticulously in their beauty when they are only known to be made of gas and dust?

Life is a lot like the stars you see… Bright in its authenticity, light on its feet and silent in its presence.

Thus in your absence, the memories of your existence, like that of a star – continue to be.

So my darling; one does not write themselves off simply because you’re deemed broken and unworthy. There’s more to you than what meets the eye.