Me: "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star", but the stars are in fact the myriad, glittering eyes of something vast and incomprehensible. It never sleeps. It never eats or drinks or breathes. It only watches.

Always watching. Waiting. Evaluating whether we're worth keeping around or erasing with a single thought.

Don't spend too much time wondering what the stars are, or that for which they serve as eyes will whisper unspeakable truths into your very soul.

Also me: ...Why are all these children crying?