Stars

I dreamed like I had forever, James Dean, and I lived like I only had today. Yet, it is rare of people to share such moments with me. As much as I mystify them, I mystify myself. For example, I am compelled by the fractal lights when they gleam through stained glass, prisms, plastics, anything... especially glowsticks and fireworks. They remind me in a way that love could be seen... that a soul could exist as a similar burning light if it was ever discovered as a physical entity. Perhaps a star when it has finished its time in a human, animal, or plant.

This makes me continue dreaming about infinity, James Dean, and living to my fullest potential. You were a star once. It should be my turn.