Welcome to the sky, stars.

The sky was set alight, but its flames weren't violent, they were beautiful.

New stars are welcomed into the sky, forever, or something close to that, and I know they belong out there now. I know I shouldn't be sad. I know I shouldn't be mad. I know I shouldn't be confused. Because they're there, and we're here, and that's all there is.

Sometimes I still am. Sometimes, I think of those stars and feel a feeling I don't even have a name for.

Sometimes, the clouds obscure those stars, and I can't remember where I normally look.

This world is so hard to understand, but the world doesn't care that it's confusing and frightening and beautiful all at the same time, it just keeps world-ing and leaving us behind. It often feels like the world left those stars behind, trailing in its orbit and then drifting off into their own galaxies.

But, I think, perhaps, the stars come to visit every now and then, because often they feel a lot closer than we're told stars should be to Earth.

I think. 

A star, a tree, a wave.

Maybe you are a star in the sky; illuminating an infinite stretch of darkness, guiding our souls and our feet as we lose ourselves and our direction.

Perhaps a tree; spreading your roots into the soil and stretching your branches into the sky. We clamber up your limbs to find a place of quiet solitude, to feel your presence in the breeze as we are held in your embrace.

A wave in the ocean; sweeping us gently onto the shore then playfully lapping at our toes.

Sometimes I hear you, and other times I'm not sure if it's that you're not there or I'm looking in the wrong place.