Eyes like stars sparkle and die and cycle into new stars, new eyes.
The answer is outside our window.
Astronomers look for the beginning and find there is no end.
Down to earth, there are fixed lines, winter trees, stalled cars in dirty snow, sorrow over endings.
The real world is through the window, infinite, ageless.
However, a transparent veil keeps us distant, the soul of what we can never process.
Being a strong person means knowing that in the end everything is going to be okay and if something is meant to be then you realize, no matter what, it will find a way.
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