The stars will always listen, yes? The gray molly deeply missed Firefly Cove. The memories, her special tree stump. The air of the nights where she lay awake until some unknown force dragged her to that buglit field of flowers and grass like a mother dragging a tired child to a trampoline park. The child is too tired to leave the house, but ends up being grateful to the mother for getting them out of bed to the trampoline park.
Now, she sat in Sleepy Thicket, the next best thing to her beloved space with its flickering lights fluttering in the sky.
Her oceanic blue eyes lifted to the stars, and her mind lifted from her head, drifting to the ink-filled skies as she fell into a deep sleep.
The world is harsh and cruel,
kindness has left those who dwell upon it.
Some wish to bring back peace,
while others would rather abolish it.
For this one
all that is needed to bring that back,
even for just a moment
is the stars and the calm they hold within.
Someday, the descent into the world beyond the stars
will be peaceful and purposeful,
kind and lighthearted
as her mind and soul arise to a better place.
However, the day is still here,
the stars have not lifted your burdens just yet.
The world is harsh and cruel,
and it needs to be fixed.
peace will rise with the stars
