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Stargazing. a wonderful thing it was.
I always wanted to go stargazing. looking up at that beautiful sky, untrained by the pollution of light from my hometown.
I've always wanted to unravel the secrets of the stars—really!
Dont you want to know why some stars shine brighter than others? I do. I want to know.
I'll always be the moon to their sun. And im fine with that.
They are my star, the light of my life.
My everything, my Milky Way.
I can only hope I am also theirs.
<3 <3 <3
My favorite galaxy is Andromeda. The closest one to our home. It's beautiful. Unlike our own spiral galaxy, Andromeda is a cluster galaxy. It's like us. Except its unique, enough to be familiar, queer enough to trigger our curiosity.
I adore it. I love this universe of ours. I only wish we had more of the knowledge needed to explore it. Wouldn't that be... nice? Dont you think so, reader?
Mmm, I like the thought. Would you help me? Help humanity? If nothing else, help yourself? Make a name for yourself, would you? I want to. Imagine.
"BREAKING NEWS [/////] HAS JUST LANDED SAFELY ON JUPITER!"
Feels good, doesn't it? The praise. The *recognition*. I want it all. I want everything. I want them universe in my hand.
Though I am no fool. my wishes are impossible. Call me apathetic, call me a nihilist, I am stating facts. My wishes for the universe are foolish.
Yet I have what I want. I have what I want. I have it in the shape of a person. In the shape of *love*.
It's all I could ever want, but it doesn't feel like enough. I want to give them everything. Everything in the universe. Would you?
Tell me, reader, if you had fallen so *deeply* in love with someone, would you not want to give them the world ten fold? I would. I do, I want to gift-wrap the universe and hand it to them as aa present. I want to love them until the day they die.
Reader, what do you think? Am I valid, Or am I simply being a lovesick fool?
That is for you to decide yourself.
I've decided that this is what I want.
♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎
I wonder what it was like, up there on the moon. I wonder how the Apollo astronauts felt. Do you ever wonder that? I sure do. Must've felt like **heaven**, up their on the moon. The beauty of space, right? Our beautiful rock in the sky, full of color, despite borrowing light.
You shine brightly, reader, just like the moon. Never forget that. You are just as beautiful as the moon. As the sun. As the night sky.
Love yourself, even of others disagree. Love yourself in spite of the world. Love yourself because you can.
I love you, reader. You are as skilled as Shakespeare. As determined as Sisyphus. As lovable as a kitten. As worthy as a brave soldier.
You deserve to live. You deserve to be here, just like everyone else. Not just survive—no—**live**. Live with love, live with knowing you did what you wanted to. Not what you were told to do. You deserve what you have. You have survived your whole life—maybe not even that. Maybe just survived the day. But that's okay. Its okay to have a rough day. We all have rough days. What matters is you stand back up in spite of the misfortune. That's all that matters. Pick yourself back up when no one will help you. Spite the world—hell, spite yourself! Even when things seem hopeless, pick yourself up. Pick yourself up and **keep going**.
I love you. Goodnight, reader.
—Author Kagayaku, signing off.