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.