Artificial Stars

And I see the sky with its stars underneath my feet. They look so close almost feel like I could touch them and feel their heat stung my fingers. But then something snaps the fantasies out of me. 

The sky and all of the stars are not actually stars. They're just lights from moving cars, from bikes, from houses. We make our own artificial stars here on Earth. And distance makes them look like the real ones.

That's the funny thing about distance, it makes everything looks more beautiful, looks effortless, looks smaller, looks easier. But when they're up close, they're not as small as we thought, or as easy as we thought.

But even though I know that they're not real, as I fly my hands to the side feeling the wind as it blows my hair around, I still want to grab them all, shove them into the jar and put it beside my bed so I can always watch them shine in my bedroom.

Alun-Alun Kidul, Yogyakarta

18th October 2015

PS: the idea of this post was immediately popped up when I was seeing those lights from Bukit Bintang while heading back to the hotel. The words just came out, and when I arrived at the Alun-Alun, I immediately wrote them down.