٬٬ Do you know that some stars we see at night are already dead?
All that's left are memories of them... a beautiful lie from the universe...
How something can be long gone, yet people say, "Time heals."
But healing? Healing is a lie we tell ourselves so we don't drown in remembering...
Because some people are dead stars—gone, yet always there.
We carry them like constellations beneath our skin, glowing reminders of what once burned bright,
A warmth we still reach for... even when we know it can't return.
A haunting memory. And maybe that's the cruelest kind of beauty:
To be haunted not by what was lost, but by the light it left behind...

Being a thinker means knowing how to make things simpler than they are.