Maybe if you see the stars,
They will see you watching.
And they will find you.
And maybe you will befriend them and they will make you whole.
And maybe you’ll join them in eternal bliss.
But for now, you are just human. Looking at the stars. Looking at us.
You are listening to me. You can hear me. 
That is a start because only stars will listen intently.
Humans are too preoccupied to listen to our stories.
Stars are kind beings who can understand and pay attention.
Humans are less understanding. 
They can listen, but in some cases choose not to.
But then there is you. You are different.
You can be attentive forever. You probably will.
Someday, you might become a star
Just keep hoping for it, and while you are,
It wouldn’t hurt to dream
Dream of becoming a star, because wishes are eternal and they will come true eventually.
They always do. They always will.
Hello there, little star.
What can we call you?