We are the stuff of stars.

Melancholy and yet hopeful. Very well done!

By the way, I noticed that it’s been a while since you’ve written something. I’m eagerly awaiting your next offering!

More like, we are such stuff as dreams are made of and our little life is rounded with a sleep. Wouldn’t it be wonderfull… like a continuous cycle, or perhaps they create their own universe, so a paradox.