Songs About Death

Still
Burning
Music Hangs.
Someday,
We Dream.
 

The Stars, The Stars

last night i was looking at the stars before going to bed (as i always do, weather permitting). i started thinking about how we are apparently the only species on earth that bothered to look up at the stars and make up stories about them, catalog them, and ultimately figure out what they were. then i thought about what forms of life might exist out there, how radically different & perhaps to us unrecognizable they would be, and wondered if any of them had evolved that level of curiosity & wonder, and how many of them (however many years in the past or future, as light takes time to travel) were looking back at me.