"The thoughts on a champagne supernova"

The stars shine bright
Star struck supernovas explode
Creating more of its kind
All similar
all different
The same as we
Who is we?
We is me?
We is you?
We is us? Which leads right back to who is us?
I am me but you are you
And you are you but I am you
As you are me.
The clouds sail on a sea of drifts and convection currents going wherever the wind wishes to take them.
The trust the clouds feel for the wind is unimaginable as how the sun trusts the clouds.
Laying in pitch black room on the top shelf long forgotten is what used to contain the dreams of the stars
Now turned to dust waiting to rust
Glory day glory day it shall be when the nebula becomes a sea of new bright creatures as they dance across the sky