wheres yours?
can you hear it?
can you feel it?
everyone has one.
it just has to be found.
it has to be let out.
it has to be set free.
stars.
the subject of a million conversations, the theme of a hundred thousand songs, and still, with every mention of the word itself, adding to the infinite number of times spoken already, there are more.
more. more. more.
stars.
how do you label the expanse? universe doesn't quite cut it.
the music won't stop playing.
~help me find a way to let it out~
//when i look at the stars...//
let me not be silent.
for the sound of heaven is near and the roar of a generation is growing faint.
i was born for the road. everything about it. is it possible that only a select few are able? only the elite are to be taken captive in its intrigue. not elite by traditional standards of class or rank, but of outstanding passion and calling.
its calling...
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