A poem about how the stars make me feel (this description sounds cringey)
By: Zachariah Peterson
The stars comfort me. They comfort me the same way a child needs its mother. The same way we are guaranteed snow will come this winter. The stars resemble a peace of mind that I long for. They also remind me that I am never truly alone. I can fall asleep at night knowing that even though I can’t see them, they are still there when they awake. I fell in love with the moon too. It’s perfect clockwork just makes sense and puts me at ease. Often I wonder how different the universe looks from the moon. Does Earth become our center, or can I find a way to avoid that? I’m also drawn to the stars because there is a sense of wonder and mystery about them. I’m oddly fascinated with the fact that humans are made of the same stuff that stars are. When we die we will return to being star stuff. I hope someday I will become part of someone else, and give them hope. I find comfort in the stars because I know I’m made of other people. I know that I am truly never alone. We are all star stuff whether you choose to believe it or not. We are all never alone. Remember that. Star stuff.