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Citizen of Zooville
Sometimes there are no correct words that can be said...
When someone who is with us, who we love, who we take care of, becomes a Star up there in the sky...
There shouldn't be silence.
There's no right way to go about it, whatever happens, we're alone inside.
There is only time which, like a river, brings dust, pebbles, earth, and tries to cover that fracture that has opened up within us, slowly and inexorable.
We can let go of our Star not thinking that it got out of hand, but thinking that we had the privilege of having it by our side, or we can keep that wound open and stop looking for another Star that can stay with us until we too will become stars.
I look at the sky and I know that mine is there alongside many others that illuminates the one that has decided to stay close to me at the moment and to carry me forward for a while longer until it's my turn.
Dedicated to all those who have had the privilege of sharing their life with a Star and who still look at the sky with a heart full of happiness while crying.
When someone who is with us, who we love, who we take care of, becomes a Star up there in the sky...
There shouldn't be silence.
There's no right way to go about it, whatever happens, we're alone inside.
There is only time which, like a river, brings dust, pebbles, earth, and tries to cover that fracture that has opened up within us, slowly and inexorable.
We can let go of our Star not thinking that it got out of hand, but thinking that we had the privilege of having it by our side, or we can keep that wound open and stop looking for another Star that can stay with us until we too will become stars.
I look at the sky and I know that mine is there alongside many others that illuminates the one that has decided to stay close to me at the moment and to carry me forward for a while longer until it's my turn.
Dedicated to all those who have had the privilege of sharing their life with a Star and who still look at the sky with a heart full of happiness while crying.