We Are All Made of Stars (Put it in Reverse) Now sniff the air to take in the sights. Unlike fine powder lifts to bottomless highs, we’ve reached new heights. The ball is in your court but you haven’t got it rolling. Inward reflection trumps outward projections yet you haven’t stopped talking. You ought to keep what you think a thought. If we are all made of stars then why do we point to the sky? Salvation emerges from traveling paths not clearly predestined, but rather obscured from view. Sublime enlightenment spawns from nothing weakened by the watering down. We are all made of stars, I promise you this, so it is you who decides to shimmer or to burn out. Point your finger at me and I’ll to you. Not everything you believe has to be delivered from the pulpit to the pew. Put it in reverse to go forward.
Posted on: Sat, 02 Aug 2014 04:04:21 +0000