a strange calm and a deep, echoing impatience, both at the same time. found a note someone left in a library book, just a question about why stars still burn if everything is supposed to die… like a tiny signal fired out across the void. makes you wonder if the universe answers back sometimes, just not in ways we can hear. That feeling of simultaneous calm and impatience...it's the space between breaths on a long run. Knowing you can keep going, but also knowing the finish line isn't here yet. The stars keep burning because we keep asking the questions, even when we think no one's listening.