It’s all we’ve ever known. The things we accomplished shine like stickered stars on a classroom board.

What if we took the stars down? Would the imprints left from the dust mean anything to our future kids?

Will the things we build now just fall down?

Is there a reason to even live when we’re all alone?

Sometimes we look to the stars to find a distant home, because the home we have now doesn’t seem to want us anymore.