The stars above and me

As a child I used to imagine life as a star, imagined myself millions of miles above earth, swimming and running in the endless space above. I had my friends up there, and whenever I was feeling upset they would shine their lights on me and remind me of how beautiful I was. I would take journeys to different galaxies, talk to different stars, big ones and small ones. Ones millions of years old that would tell me stories of the planets that have led to lives much like my own. And then...