On nights like this when the air is so clear, you end up saying things you ordinarily wouldn’t. Without even noticing what you’re doing, you open up your heart and just start talking to the person next to you- you talk as if you have no audience but the glittering stars, far overhead.
-Banana Yoshimoto, Goodbye Tsugumi
You think you’re having that precious time alone with yourself when you look out the window, a mug of hot chocolate at hand, replaying the highlights of your day in your head. But then you look up, see all those stars, and realize they have been watching you all the time.
There is always this silent connection I feel whenever I look at the stars, like I can’t hide anything from them. They seem to gaze back at me, penetrating the privacy of my own thoughts.
But isn’t that kind of creepy? Not at all, because you know you are not going to be misunderstood.
Whatever it is that’s in your head and in your heart, they’re safe with the stars. We are made of stardust, after all. Who else would completely understand us but the stars themselves?