Scars sprinkle the body like stars scatter the night. Some stars are brighter than others, drawing more attention. Some may think that stars shine too brightly, that they ruin the night. But each star makes a constellation, a beautiful patch of light used to guide lost sailors home. They are not a mark of the galaxies that lie waiting in them, but the path all that light took to shine so far. You can go into a city and forget the stars, but they will always be waiting to guide you home once more.

_The stars are beautiful _

_Same as your scars_

_So learn to seek them_

_As they guide you to mars_