Tuesday, November 3rd, 2009

One Word: Identity

I don't see you, but you know all about me. You know my birthday, my age, my hair color. You are a stranger, but could seem like my friend. How do you know my identity?

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WriSoMiFu Note: I wrote this one in ten minutes, to kick off WriSoMiFu officially. I don't know exactly how I chose the topic, but it's sort of creepy that almost right after I finished writing it, I found out about the college students who went missing while stargazing. So, this is sort of an allusion to them, I guess.

Starry-eyed

There is something magical about stargazing. Shivering in your thin jacket yet staring up at the Milky Way in open-mouthed wonder. Gasping in surprise whenever a shooting star or a constellation is identified. Above all of this would be the serenity of the moment, the peacefulness. The feeling as if you are the only one in the universe seeing something like this right at this moment. You feel little, young, like a child, when you see the enormous galaxies and universes stretched high above you.

In the back of your mind, you feel a little wishful, a little reckless, as if your one, deep, dark wish is to go somewhere up in that deep sky someday. Just in that moment, you feel shy, but know that it’s not just science. After all, no science could have ever woven the brilliant crystal tapestries of the night.

To us, those stars are a mystery. We haven’t quite finished figuring them out. They’re just another piece of the puzzle to be found.