amongthedays: You are on tiptoe, the roof of your house trembling, praying it is strong enough to hold you up. You are talking a star out of falling, and getting nowhere. It wants a new life, one that does not involve poking its head head through the sky, even when it is tired, just to listen to the wishes of humans. You are stroking its face, hot with fury. You are telling it to move to a deeper part of the sky, where wishes never reach, but to survive, please, for the sake of the galaxy. It is inconsolable.