Stars wink at me from the heavens. So far away, so safe, so peaceful. Winking gently they seem to smile. It's as if they're trying to say, "Hold on tight, this is the night. I see it in your eyes. Now it's your time to shine." Winking again they go silent. Silently they sparkle. Across the millions of lightyears I feel their warmth in my heart, and I know, it'll be alright. My star is out there somewhere. She has faith in me.
We all have stars, but only the remarkable have constelations
I will have a constelation. I will be remarkable, remembered.