Stardust.

I hope your soul ultimately remembers that you are made of stardust. The same substance that dots the night sky and spreads throughout the cosmos, also runs invisibly inside your bones. There is a spellbinding sort of magic that exists within you, that lingers for the right moments to burst forth, longing to awaken your soul to your surrounding life, and to match the rhythm of love that beats all around you.

I hope that there are limitless mornings on the horizon, of you drifting seamlessly from a mystical dreamscape into a hazy wonderment. During those waking moments, your eyelids slowly flutter open as the sunbeams appear on your windowsill. Sunlight streams through the curtains, bathing you in its faint ethereal radiance. I hope the brand new day is ripe with the promise of good fortune and endless possibilities, filling you with a sense of joy, bliss and awe.

And while the birds sing their delightful melodies to greet nature, and the day, and most of all, to greet you, a warm breeze dances through the greenery in your garden. Weaving past the colored hues of flower faces, it swiftly sneaks in through the slightly open window, where it lingers, searching for a place to rest. Finally settling on your soft cheeks, it incites a pinkish hue and envelops you in soothing solace. Hopefully it reminds you of the beauty that exists to add more iridescence and shine to your newfound life, and to mute out the shadows of any darkness that sits inside of you.

On the bad days, when the lethargy and depression set in, I hope you stumble across the small wholesome corner pockets of the internet that end up filtering out the white noise of anger, strife and sorrow of your external world, stretching out those fleeting moments of peace. I hope you grasp the epiphanies that arrive in the chaos of it all...like how there is magic woven inside the threads of authenticity of new connections, and how it may be infinitely better to make long-term friends with the realness than to hastily run away from it.

I hope the loves that you feel you have lost return to you tenfold, inside different hearts that are able to support you whenever you feel weary. I hope there are those genuine enough, who are able to sit with you, especially during times when you are unable to be anything but locked in the chains of distress. I hope that the ghosts of unwanted memories that continuously haunt your mind’s eye, will readily dissolve into nothingness and will forever be replaced by brand new encounters that cause brightness, smiles, and laughter to emerge from the inky black void of despair.

I hope there are more of those times when you are able to look in the mirror and grin upon recognition of how much you have grown and matured, choosing to revel in your imperfections instead of hating them. I hope you will brush the glass with your fingertips, laying your hand palm side down on the cool surface, as if you were high fiving your reflection and affirming that, Yes! We made it through another day.

I hope there are days when you roll over in the middle of the night and find your lover, half tangled with your legs and the smooth sheets, snuggled closer to you, still sound asleep. I hope you can feel the energy from the previous night’s lovemaking, emanating from them, and start to feel wisps of it enter the door of your heart, knowing there’s nothing you can do to stop the wave that will crash over the both of you. I hope all you will want is for the seconds to slow down, to the point when time freezes because all you are surrounded by are the stolen moments of appreciation of how this person has captivated you.

I hope that you grow into knowing, deep in those stardust bones of yours, what absolute safety feels like, what a home will truly feel like, and how you will never have to question or doubt what true love is ever again, because you will have discovered all three within your heart, within your soul, within your mind, and within your whole essence.