'rThe space between stars is best described as-' "Bullshit" Ida finished for the paper as she wiped cat boogers off her tablet screen. She held eye contact with her cat as she cleaned her hands on the top of her bedspread. Bolo deadpanned her back his look made it clear the sneeze had been very intentional. A direct result of his dinner being less than a handful of dry pellets bc the shops were out and with the first winter storm set to hit a few days from now the panic buying had stripped the isles bare of any basic essentials. Nevermind that any winter percipitation they did get would probably only last a day, they lived just west of Satan's asshole, so sweater weather today more than likely meant shorts tomorrow. "I will go first thing in the morning." She told Bolo, tossing the disgruntled feline a bit of bacon from her own spars dinner. Honestly, she thought in the back of her mind, unless this storm turned out to be anything like the one they had in '93 there was no need to hoard supplies. " now that was a bad one." She said outloud to no one but in the direction of her disgruntled tabby. Ida looked back at the paper she was reading circling the misplaced 'r' at the start of the opener that was undoubtably a typo the gradstudent either didn't notice or was too busy to go back and edit. Definitely not because they were too lazy to go back and fix the mistake themselves. no one was in a gradutate program and half assing their work. She scoffed, and re-read the opening line again, stopping in the same place once more. The space between stars was bullshit, and making her living off rewriting nepo babies' grad work so little . Johnny could take over Daddy's company and play Fisher Price My First Fortune 500 Company was making Ida bitter. "If you hate it so much quit." The voice in her head told her. She stared down at Bolo contened now and fake sleeping against her knee, definitely not drooling and making air biscuits just above Ida's foot she had tucked under her on the daybed. If she quit she would have to leave and if she left she would fail. She didn't think she could take that kind of failure. It wouldn't be so bad right? Another voice said in her mind, it not like it would be the end of the world. "Yes it would" Ida said outloud scratching her precious Bolo'shead. Not only the end of this world but the end of Ida's career. Command would never give her a mission again after the stunts she pulled on this one, that and they didn't have cats on her planet.

The space between stars is best described as the journey. The great space of choice, direction, twists, and turns. The space where no limits exist except the ones you place on yourself. One star is the starting point and the next is a layover. What we do between stars is what defines us. It's who we are. Our choices in those vast dark gaps make us, us. And when we leap from that star to our next, we continue to discover who we are. Hopscotching from one bright resting point to the next with exhilarating leaps, comforting strolls, and deep wandering paths on the journey of being human.

The space between stars is everything At the same time it is nothing It’s the joy of those around you It’s also the loneliness you feel It’s a distence so grand none have crossed Yet we cross it all the time It’s a sea of darkness with light so blinding It’s cold but warm all at once It’s the place where hate is stored But what’s more its the place love grows You get lost to be found once more A better you restored So come with use to our village in the sky Between the stars Where you who are unseen and forgotten Can be among those who have found YOU

The space between stars, or as I call it, the what if. You’d think it would be empty, void and cold, full of nothingness. At least that’s what we’re told to assume. But truth is does anyone really know what lies between? What if it’s empty nothingness? What if it’s planets teeming with alien life? What if it’s black holes, meteors, or space junk? It’s a place of infinite possibilities. A place full of hopes, dream, and ambitions. A place filled with dread, darkness and our greatest fears. It’s the space between who we currently are, who we want to be, and who we eventually will become. It might appear empty, but that’s the beauty of it. No matter where in life you are that space will always be there, ever growing and evolving. It’s the what ifs of your imagination that fill that space.

Like a jaguar on the prowl, He thirsted for my blood because legend said it tasted of wine. Lust occupied space in his eyes, Swallowing my virginity the way all black holes operate, Painting my sheets in shame and sweat. He used to say he was down to Earth And I was breaking ground on Mars. I wrote his name in the galaxies As if he were my destiny. He wanted out of the Milky Way To be a star in someone else’s sky. I felt the tether break And I defied gravity by falling in love But couldn’t stop from spiraling And lost myself somewhere between universes. So I broke my silence with God And I asked him for directions to the nearest payphone; There’s someone in Heaven I need to call.

Our souls are stars Glowing inside of us And if we were to see Inside of our bodies They would be in a galaxy Our two souls In the same galaxy I know your soul And you know mine But too far away They each appear to twinkle Showing off a glimmer But never the full brightness Only a flicker of your star Reaches my heart As I slowly fall in love But we’re solar systems apart So I know your presence And I see your flickering star Both calling to one another But just a little too far

The space between stars is vast. Ethereal. The brightest stars, surrounded by a complete absence of light. Complete silence. As if time had stopped still. Every so often, a comet whizzes by, breaking the stillness. Chunks of grey rock hurtle through the dark abyss. And then again there is silence.

the space between the stars is best described as empty. there is nothing there. it serves no function. it’s best described as void. anyone who opens their eyes to look should agree. if you see something in that space between the stars you might consider going to the dr. cuz something is wrong.

Now mom won’t let either of us sit in the front seat. It’s like she’s punishing me for Charlie’s bad attitude. I tried to explain to her what Charlie just did to my binoculars, but she wouldn’t listen. She said she is fed up with us having a problem with each other. Now Charlie has her headphones on (big surprise!) and refuses to look over at me. If that’s her way of punishing me for yelling at her, good luck. I would rather her be miles away then on the other side of this seat. I’m pretty bored, though. I have finished every single page of every single activity book I brought. I guess it’s time to nap… again.

Sometimes it can feel as if you’re all alone. Just by yourself out there. No one to hold you close or no one to talk to aboyt how you really feel. Then it might be good to remember that the stars are also alone. The distance from one star to another is further than we could travel in a lifetime. Still, you can see the light of the stars all the way from that enormous distance. No matter how alone you feel, you are surrounded by other stars who see you. So keep your light shining, the world is a better place with you in it. The next time you look up the sky and see a star, know that your light shines just as bright, if not even brighter. ✨