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Hiding in the blackened night, they come out to play. Without a sound, they are saying so much to me. Each has their own story, no matter how insignificant and tiny they are. Just like people. They always seem to be in the same place, glittering, glinting above the darkened earth. Smiling down upon us, are the prettiest things in the world. So tiny and sparkling. Just a symbol of the perfection that doesn't exist. To me, they're the prettiest things in the world. They can make you smile or make you cry. My view of them isn't any better than yours. That's what makes them different. You can see them halfway across the world, the same way that I see them. I guess we really aren't exact opposites. Being able to see the same thing. Being able to feel the same way. We aren't as different as we seem. You just need to take a chance, look up at the sky, and watch the prettiest things in the world. If you can do that, then you have looked through my eyes, and throught the lives of many others. It isn't that hard, to look at the stars.

A somewhat random entry. I was looking up at the sky awhile ago, and saw the prettiest things in the world right outside my window.