I'd like to believe that every star in the sky represents every single tear that has rolled down every cheek under the moons light in hopes that it can provide some sort of solace. That every phase of the moon represents the phase of growth in a person that has one time confided in the big rock itself. That the galaxies are homes to the discouraged curiosity. It is hard to believe the earth is slowly dying when there is so much life in the sky just a head tilt away. I know its just admiration, but how can you blame me? When a human being is dying, they become slow and sad, when a star is dying, it appears to be glowing with color.