Stars and Songs

It’s 2 am and I am still awake. Though I had a long nap this afternoon, for some reason, my stubborn brain suddenly erupts in these manic streaks. My mind suddenly reboots itself and in a couple of minutes, I become as hyper as a kid who just ate 27 chocolate bars. 

Since it’s pointless to lie down and struggle to find the best position, I took my laptop, go out at the porch and started writing.

As sat there, I looked at the heavens and there shines my moon together with the stars. The sky was barren of clouds and you can perfectly see how the earth is blanketed by the dark sky as the moon and the stars gave it an enchanting touch. 

The moon’s light is waning, so are my thoughts. I guess I am lunatic as I can write lots whenever the moon goes full. I consider the moon as my muse so I wondered, Why can't I shift my obsession to the stars? 

I think this is quite improbable. Stars are illusions, I mean, most of the time, the light that we see from these stars are actually their last essence. These twinkling stars that we see at night are most often than not, dead. Light travels slower than their actualities and being millions of light years away, we are not sure if this particular star which I am making as my muse is already dead.

In a way, I do enjoy staying up this late (or this early) – when the world is asleep. These are the times when the world is so peaceful and quiet. However today seems to be different. I can’t seem to hear myself think, the silence can be deafening at times. A couple of hours ago, it was Friday and I managed to jump into the Future, saw the transition of the day and still struggling to get ahold of yesterday. My body is living in the now but my thoughts are still in the past. I need to shut the silence off – I need music. I turned on my phone and this is the very song that played:

It goes:

I am the one that's calling inside of your brain.

I am the one that makes you feel all the shame.

Never mind my name

We don't want to believe that the world can still move on

We don't want to believe that the sun can still shine on

If we're gonna kill each other how we gonna live forever

If we're gonna live forever how we gonna kill each other…

It’s easier to relate to songs, the passion, the poetry, the story behind it and the comfort it brings. Songs have this ability to give meaning to emotions and amplify the feelings one currently feels. It’s easy to laugh whenever you’re with people, but to make your soul smile, it’s very rare. And this is one of those rare moments that my soul is really smiling. 

Perhaps songs are like dead stars, the songwriter wrote the song to get his message to the listeners, but as the listener receives the message, the songwriter have already forgotten his intention why he wrote it, or perhaps, he is already feeling something different and he’s writing a different song with a different message. 

No matter what the case is, the song is still heard by people and the message is immortalized in time. So as with the stars. Before a star dies and creates a nebulous cosmic explosion, it will try in its final attempt to be felt and be heard to make his light shine across the universe. It wants to be understood and be remembered –

Dear star, you are no less different from me.

I will remember you – and hope that even in this simple thought that someone is thinking of you, I wish it can make your soul smile.

NB: Scars on Broadway, please sing me to sleep...