Same Same but Different

Falling, tossing, turning, searching for the light. The brilliance that was once blinding is now the tiniest speck in the sky.

The last visible star before the sun wakes up.

When all hope feels lost, nocturne owls have found a snooze, and the sun rolls over a new day. That distant sparkle, a constant in the night, fades into morning.

In another world, she is a star too. Shooting across the expanse wherever joy and wonder fuel her. Where there is no gravity, no reality, only adventure and discovery.

Propelled to explore and express. ‘Heavy’ and ‘weight’ and ‘sorrow’ are a foreign language. She sings with energy and vibrance and optimism. Stardust settles in her heart. Microscopic to the point of becoming a part of her organic matter - undetected, yet ever present.

She is a star now too. Not quite the same but not impossibly different…