We look to the stars, wondering if they, too, will fall. Will their path blaze and leave fire and flame behind, until they reach the ground? And then will the sidewalks, streets, and dirt crumble, too, or will they land more peacefully? We can’t fathom a time of peace, or something as sinister as a star coming down to infiltrate us. There’s no niceties any longer. Remember in schools, when we would wish upon these very stars? They’re falling now, leaving us afraid, running, and hopeless. We don’t dare to wish for fear of the disappointment it will inevitably bring. Yet, in another lifetime, maybe the stars aren’t scary anymore and we feel a childish sense of giddiness looking up at them.

That would feel nice.