Midnight Moon

“I lay on my back in the middle of the night looking up at the midnight moon wondering about my very existence. It was a question I wanted an answer to and yet the silence drowned me to the point of tears. There had to be more than this.”
Looking deep into the night sky I couldn’t count the stars. How could I possibly limit my future in the finite when the very heavens were infinite?

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