The Stars Know

I talk to the stars when the world feels loud, Not with words, just quiet thoughts. They don’t interrupt, They don’t ask me to be stronger, They just stay. Some nights I wonder If they see me the way I see them— Trying to shine, Even while burning silently. I’m small beneath their endless glow, Yet they never make me feel any less. They remind me that distance doesn’t mean lm out of sight And softness doesn’t mean weakness. So when I feel lost, I look up and breathe, Because somewhere between me and the stars, I still belong. ✨