carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains.
93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames,
we are all just stars that have people names.
You are not unworthy.
You are not insignificant.
The universe wove you from a constellation just so every atom, every fibre in you comes from a different star.
Together, you are bound by stardust, altogether spectacularly created from the energy of the universe itself.
And that, my darling, is the poetry of physics, the poetry of you.
but constellations in their eyes.
Other people are born with stars at their feet,
but their souls are lost at sea.
are the same that run through the bodies of you and me.
Our bodies were made to house oceans of galaxies,
and our souls are rivers that have flowed through centuries.