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Have you ever looked fireworks and thought that they were temporary stars?
That we as a people so engrossed have forgotten what real stars look like. We live in these huge cities, and its so obvious that we miss the stars and the open sky because we litter our buildings with them, we make our buildings themselves shine with lights.

We blocked out the sky in the name of progress, but we never hide from the decisions we made.
We put them on display, and we remember the good old days.

I have always had an interest in the stars, ever since I was little. I once remember back in my old uni, out in the middle of no where, there were nights where the stars would shine and engulf the sky. It was one of the many good memories i have from there.

There were nights where you could almost here music playing against the night sky.

I guess stars remind me that I am little, and insignificant, it grounds me when I feel I have the weight of the world on me. It reminds me that my problems are minuscule against whats happening all around me.It makes the world easier a more tolerable place.

Im rambling, but rambling feels good right now.Returning to old things feels comfortable.
I submit this feeling to the aether.

To you ladies and gentlemen of the night, I bid farewell.

*insert flashy exit with fireworks here*

As I smoked the joint, i turned to the man next to me and said "Do you notice that there are two teams playing?"

"I've been watching for a while, every night, two teams play here. One plays under the lights, and one plays in the dark, both mirroring each other perfectly. The teams play without abandon or shame, they play in complete and utter rapture."

"When did they start?" I asked as I passed him the joint

"I think in a way we created them, we who don't dare to find this passion for ourselves. We who blame the world for being to hard, and too dangerous created these teams to express what we cannot. So at the very least... we get to witness it and bask in its glow"

He took a puff and exhaled, the smoke blurred the image of the lights. It was as if the lights were the eyes of a great beast, kept at bay by the men playing on the court.

The man stood up. And ashe walked away, he said "May the night hold many more wonders for you" .                                And just because he said that, I knew it would.