Beyond Tied Tongues and Euphemisms

I think there's something sad about stars. They are basically small pinpricks of light that traveled thousands and thousands of years for us puny Earthmen to admire on clear, humid nights. The stars are, from our point of observation, just a few centimeters apart. But in reality, they are lightyears from each other, and lonely. As far as we are concerned, they are brilliant and awe-inspiring. But what about them? How might their massive nuclei hearts feel as they grow old and die---alone? Immortality, even just a few millenia of it, exacts a savage price. The price of detachment, and stubborn fatalism.

I don't look at stars too often. They're covered by the roofs and trees of the subdivision I live in, and in Manila they are covered by the city lights and the smog. They say witnessing another's misery is comforting. I don't know, it doesn't work now. And why bother looking at stars when we are like stars already in our own unfortunate right?

And so we are like stars. Near, far, and lonely. We are beyond tied tongues and euphemisms now. We're running out of time. But I do not regret anything, I am not sorry for anything, and I do not hate or blame anyone for anything. This is just how things go. And because I'm so smart, I know how they would end.

Horribly.