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Reiyuka ([info]reiyuka) wrote,
@ 2008-01-16 01:19:00
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Current mood: pensive

Human stars?
Nothing envigorates me more than watching the night sky. The moon, in whichever visible form it chooses, makes me feel precious, guarded and loved. The dark sky is full of mysteries that seem friendlier than those of the deep sea. And the stars... ah, the stars...

I feel like everything in nature can be linked to us human beings – after all, we are still part of nature, despite being so destructive to it – or at least I flatter myself that it's true. I have two theories concerning humans and the stars. One is that humans are a lot like stars in that, in between the black blurryness that is general mankind, the collective “they” sort of speak... there are inumerous shining ones, a lot of them still hidden, but so very worth getting to know off. The other theory is that, inside every person, there are as much good qualities as bad ones. After all, we don't know how many stars are out there, so in between the dark velvet and the shining dots, it's hard to distinguish one from the other. With humans it is the case that our bad qualities are the shining stars, easily noticeable and immediatly catching our eye. The good qualities are hidden, disappear in the glow of the bad ones, until someone pries and searches and discovers how wonderful those dark spots truly are.

Ah well. I've always been crappy in explaining my theories. Daft lil' me, I suppose. Another reinvigorating thing: a hot bad. Or sleep, yes, sleep! <3

In case you're wondering – no, I've not died... WORK is so FIENDISH! GAH! I'll try to write soon.



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