A star’s aura is encompassed by its glimmering glow. Radiant and bold, stars illuminate the nightfall, that robs our happiness through a dark, lonely, black void. Producing forms of radiation, starlight generates heat, x-rays, and ultraviolet rays. These cosmic forms withhold tons of energy, anxious to explode as golden specks across the infinite sky. Classified through their individualities, stars and society intertwine in this complex universe. Ranging classes “, O, B, A, F, G, K, M” and depicting colors of white, blue, yellow, orange, and red, stars vary greatly depending upon size, temperature, and hydrogen absorption. A star’s color is dependent upon its surface temperature, however human’s are hidden to a star's pure light and beauty. The naked eye only responds to certain colors, despite the expanding visible light spectrum stars emit. Yet, society and myself feel an intimate connection with stars. Their luminescence and brilliance serve more of a spiritual purpose rather than an astronomical one. However, how is it that one can be intimate with such an intangible figure? A form of astronomy that creates depth and reflective thought? A mere starlight so simple yet abstract, in the way humans are? A conceptual hypnosis, their stunning glow unfolds beyond our perception; an infinite ray of light staring back at the universe, staring back at me.

Stars are the sunlight within the darkness, within our own darkness. Flashing and flickering, sparkling and shimmering, gleaming and glittering, twinkling and dazzling, stars mirror the light within our own selves. My star flickers from time to time. The doubt, frustration, and insecurity is the dullness of the star I hold in my heart. The shimmering dancer withholds a sparkling star; an essence of inspiration. An igniting fire so powerful, the rain could not put it to rest as the tears seep through the flesh. Stars dance in the gaze of darkness. I dance in the gaze of my own darkness.

Scattered across the galaxy, stars unravel themselves to all in the veil of a wicked night. Despite culture, location, religion, race, and perspective, all are exposed to the shining starlight when the sun fades into moonlight. The sun is truly a star. A small star taken for granted each day. Allowing growth, emotion, reflection, and sight, sunlight beholds the visible and invisible, physically and within ourselves. Fueled by nuclear fusion, stars are profusions of light. No star is an exact replica of the other, if not quite the opposite. Stars resemble humans in this sense, none will ever be the same. Each given prevalent qualities, both share a mutual incentive to structure and presence in the world. However in retrospect, the world is diminutive through the universes secret eyes. The grand scheme of differences experienced in this tiny globe all travel back to a common ground: nature. Each day the sun rises and sets, the overpowering sunlight transforms into misty moonlight amongst stunning starlight. An aura of peace and serenity regarding consistency in the world. A form of reflection, a time to gather images and theories, a pattern, a sense of security.

Stars illustrate canvases of picturesque forms of nature. Composing abstract art and majestic figurines, stars speak to the world. Patterns evoke an astronomical language expressed through constellations. Formulating specific images through intricate formation, stars bestow a serene aesthetic upon the universe. The rareness of a shooting star, its element of appreciation and precision, all fulfilled in peculiar timing. Stars are a clock in this infinite world. Winking at society with every subtle glimpse, shining upon us, lighting the distinction between righteousness and evil. A guide, a path, a message, an answer: a star's alphabet. Communicating through nature’s canvas, an identity is showcased yet unspoken. A hidden identity uncovered through a star, a human star. The star within our selves, within yourself, within me. The northern lights capture this essence of inexplicability. Owning the majesty of the universe. Controlling the measurements of history, present, and future. Stardust on a lonely book shelf, the parts we don't see or rather choose to avoid. The star that flares ferociously but simmers dimly and faintly as the infinite clock continues infinitely.

Stars kindle ownership. A language spoken without words but meaning. An intimate relationship with society. All intangible yet soul consuming. A resource, a measurement, a partner, a light. The star within me flickers from time to time but the light continues burning, igniting my fire, illuminating my glow. Radiating my passion, my love, my fear… my dancer.