Made From Stars

They say that eyes are the window to your soul but I don't believe them. I believe our souls have made a contract with T-Mobile and Apple because it's been too long since I've seen anyone's soul outside of Snapchat or a phone call.

We all seem to be running together like paint on a page, and that's beautiful in a way. Life is a litany of Youtube and Twitter but it's nothing you haven't heard before. History repeats itself and people have been looking for ways to avoid talking to each other for centuries. So don't worry. Maybe our souls have been peddled away to Steve Jobs for a few retweets and emojis, but we're not anything special.

There are so many other things that make us special. While we haven't grown up in colonial America and seen the paradigm shift of an entire country over the course of mere decades, we are in a civil war against homophobia and gender expression that is just as important.

Our generation is in the crossfire of a struggle against going green and dependence on our old ways.

We are the ones who will see a man walk on Mars.

We are made from stars.

We came to Earth on comets and trailing the dust of the universe.

All they have to do is take one look in our eyes and they will see millions of galaxies spinning in our pupils and they will be reminded that we are children of the stars.

Our eyes may reflect the LCD screens of Materialism but all the reflections and apps in the world can't hold a candle to the light of  the heavens.