The Stars

Some say it was written in the stars.

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Surrounded by flowers and the night sky, I was finally at peace. As the flowers tangled in my hair and the night breeze ran over my body, I was free.

The stars were my favourite part. Twinkling miles away, the most beautiful part of the harsh world.

Lying in the field was my euphoria. My reason for feeling alive. I watched the night develop and the stars cluster. Finding the constellations as I examined the night. This was where I was happiest. Away from all of the problems that come with life.

As I grew older, this became a nightly routine. I would go to the fields and lie watching the stars gather in their millions. There soon was an imprint in the grass, where I lay every night.

I lay alone, facing the night sky. It fascinated me. My eyes followed slowly behind as the stars shot across the page. My favourite astronomical events of all was the meteors. The showers. The big flame balls flying past.

This is my home. My peace.