Sometimes, I like to imagine that they’re lighthouses.
Billions and billions of lighthouses, all shining together
in their little corners of the universe.
But they can’t reach each other. They’re all too far away.
All they can do is shine their lights at each other,
shining forever into the void,
all lonely, all together.

Sometimes, I’ll spend hours upon hours daydreaming
Sometimes, it feels safer in dreams than in reality.

Sometimes, I’ll dream I’m a spaceship, surrounded by cosmic dust
Like I’m far, far away, exploring alien worlds
And writing my name in the stars.
Sometimes, I’ll dream I’m a fighter jet
Fuel burning in my belly,
Fire thrusting through my engines as I take off…

…but, at some point,
You have to come to your senses.
Don’t you?

Sometimes, I like to imagine that they’re lighthouses.
Billions and billions of lighthouses, all shining together
in their little corners of the universe.

Sometimes, I feel like the world is crashing down around me,
sometimes it feels like everything is too much,
and sometimes it’s hard to feel anything at all.
And in those times, I like to imagine I’m a lighthouse, too.
And find a way to shine my light amongst all the other stars,
A simple reminder to myself that I’m still here.
Because even when my world is shrouded in darkness,
I can at least try and make yours a little bit brighter.