The stars are beautiful up close. There was a time I stopped looking up. I kept my feet firmly on the ground. I knew my place, and I think you knew yours. But after your accident, I knew I could not stay here. I could not find the peace I knew before.
So I left. I flew into space, trying to discern if that distant beauty still rang true when you are hung out on a tether, in the middle of a void.
But the stars are beautiful, up close. Just like they were, all those years before, on Earth.
ns 15.158.61.5da2
