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light it up.

lighting in the sky. knowing its potential for harm and destruction, would you still choose it for its beauty? just to see it tear into the dark and help you believe in something again? maybe not. and maybe that’s why the choice has already been made for us. lighting is a part of nature, as inevitable as death, and a fleeting, powerful symbol of life itself.

there is a timeline where that song means nothing to you. where you don’t find out how powerful your energy is. where you don’t change their life and they don’t change yours. where your heart isn’t blasted open and ripped into shreds. where the unknown doesn’t shatter you every day. where you don’t come to know exactly how prometheus feels —having shared the fire that brought men out of the dark— now that the eagle tears into his liver for a daily eternity. where a song is just a song. where neither of you wakes up.

but you chose this one. you choose this one. and that’s how our choices can light up a sky full of stars.