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A girl lies alone in the unforgiving vat of inky black that is space, tangled in stars. She is steadily drifting far, far, far from home.
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Before that though, she had always been mesmerized by the space, an allure too hard to resist for a child’s mind. A cascading mystery, filled with hidden galaxies and worlds and planets, peppered with those tiny little lights of promise; Stars.
Instead of being unsettled by a singular star amongst an endless stretch of black, she’d reach her hand out and try to clasp onto it, believing she could hold it.
The cosmos picked at her imagination unlike anything the ground had to offer. She’d gaze at the night sky long past her bedtime, conjuring up stories of aliens and galactic wars fought in starships, vague images of constellations were the last thing she saw before drifting off to sleep. And in her dreams, she would walk amongst stars.
Space was a nice distraction from Earth’s cruelty.
But humans aren’t meant to hold stars. They aren’t meant to walk amongst them. They can’t do that.
They’ll die.
And maybe the girl realized that too at some point when she got older, finally aware of the impossibility her wishes held.
But as time flows at its constant pace, reality’s plethora of miseries becomes all the more apparent.
So there she is again, dreaming and wanting for stars she should never be able to reach.
And she continues to dream and want as the world seemingly becomes uglier and meaner. The vastness and beauty of space becomes all too welcoming as opposed to Earth’s overcrowded hostility.
Somewhere amidst the fantasies and desires, the girl realized what’s keeping her tied to this world, along with everyone else; Tethers.
Tethers were keeping her grounded, free from floating off into a cosmic abyss.
She was disgusted. They were shackles, confining her to live out her days trapped in the prison that is mankind.
An idea formed in her mind upon the making of this discovery though.
A dangerous idea.
One that clouded all other thoughts and ran through her brain and body like poison.
The girl would f r e e herself of her tethers.
So she yanked, and clawed, and pulled, until they were all ripped off
one
by
one.
She ignored the red of her bruised hands.
She was finally free.
She could leave Earth behind.
And she didn’t waste a second.
But humans aren’t meant to hold stars.
Space is cold. A cruel chill seeps in the girl’s body, numbness overtaking her.
Space is dark. Too dark. The infinite stretch of darkness consumes her entire being.
And stars are far in between. And when she does come close to one, it becomes clear stars are more than drops of light in the night sky. They’re so bright, they blind.
Stars don’t have mercy.
And trapped in the quietude and isolation of the cosmos, for the first time in a long while, the girl craves nothing more than Earth and its simplicity. While there’s an ugliness to humanity, beauty finds itself in every corner, pockets of comfort within the masses.
Watching a film made by people that were truly passionate for their craft.
A street lined with fresh snow.
The neighbour that baked her family cookies every once in a while.
Laughing about something absolutely ridiculous with her friends.
Reading on a cold, Saturday morning with a cup of tea.
The late night drive with her family on the highway, all her siblings asleep in the back of the car.
A beautiful sunset, the sky casting violets and golds and pinks, complete with cotton candy clouds.
The list would never end.
She wishes for the tethers she once viewed as chains. Now, space serves as a lonely cage, one of her own making.
It’s odd how you only miss something once it’s gone.
The girl thinks maybe this is where she belongs; Alone, drifting aimlessly in space after rejecting humanity.
And drifting has its comfort. After all, it’s easier to endlessly float through galaxies than to find her way back home.
But one day, no matter how hard it is, she’ll work up the courage to go back. She’ll make a promise to herself that no matter how gruelling, exhausting, or tiring the journey is, she will make it to the warmth of Earth, and she will stick by that promise.
And maybe, a hand, or two, or three, will help pull the star tangled girl out of the cosmos.
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“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of star stuff”. – Astronomer, Carl Sagan
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