Dear curious friend.
While you endlessly searched for your star, I have mine in my grasps. It was so simple and the answer was right there in front of me, curious friend. It was inside me and now that knowledge is all mine, it was the light that exploded in my soul and made me the greatest explorer of all time.
I found my star on the left side, where it was protected and didn't have to hide. My precious flame, it's glory was all mine to claim and my newfound power is almost insane.
I became so sure that every star could be saved, I keep them warm and at rest within my chest.
While you laid there in the cold grass, looking through the drawer of innocence and finding it somewhat empty, I searched in every corner of the sky and through the window of opportunity, I discovered new entities.
Now my curious friend, what's say you take my hand and discover all that we can?. We can travel by the path of star dust and laugh with the moon, entertaining her with songs and read stories that are four chapters long. We can dance and scream, then we can wonder what makes us dream the things we dream.
You and I will be side by side, riding on the galaxy's tide. But my curious friend, you tell me you can't search for stars with me, for your search has long come to an end. How sad it is, for you know sadness all too well, because you witnessed too many stars die as they fell.
Curious friend, you loved the stars, the earth and all of it's broken parts. You held and cared for shattered hearts, but who held yours, sweet curious friend?.
I love you, Michael.