There’s an astronaut in my room.
Not a real one, of course lol, just a cute little lamp that pours galaxies across my ceiling. Purple, red, blue, and green – the colours drift and shift, and suddenly my quiet room feels like the inside of the cosmos. Every night when I turn it on, it feels like the universe shrinks and expands all at once; small enough to fit inside my walls, vast enough to remind me how infinite things really are.
I’ve always been a little too sensitive for this world. Sounds too sharp, emotions too heavy, people too loud. Growing up, I thought my sensitivity was something I had to fix, something wrong with me. But this little astronaut light reminds me it isn’t a weakness; it’s a way of seeing. A way of noticing beauty in the quiet, seeing the small shifts, and feeling everything with my whole heart.
Lying on my bed, beneath those shifting colours, I feel both small and infinite. The stars don’t rush, and the galaxies don’t force themselves to be anything other than what they are. And in their quiet glow, I tell myself, "You don’t have to rush either. You can grow softly, at your own pace." And in those moments, with galaxies above me, I feel like it’s okay to simply be <3
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