The Stars Are My Therapists

Sometimes the reality of life overwhelms me…

So I search for the stars:
They seem to have all the answers.

They send forth millions of comfort lights
Illuminating the night skies
As a light house for a wandering soul

They provide beautiful art for stimulative gazings;
Having strangers constantly dumbstruck by their beauty…
A work open to vast interpretations
As they quicken metaphorical smileys

I quickly forget the little things
And my problems seem faint;
As they remind me of my place in the universe:
That the small space I occupy,
Is ideally meant for shining.

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