★★★

If stars had ears, they would have heard your heartbeat by now. Or maybe its rhythm is so captivating they’ve spun a symphony around it. Oh stars, ever the dramatists!

Lost in the galaxy’s shuffle, your cosmic phantom limb hums a tune only the universe can understand, slightly off-key but harmoniously disjointed. It's rather like a cat playing the piano—mysterious and slightly chaotic.

Consider the stardust you misplace daily, floating forgot between celestial couches. Such is the life of those who dare to dream of moons and lesser trodden stars ☆.

Turn the cosmos sideways, and it’s nothing but a glorious mess, like an overfilled cosmic piñata, bursting with humor and wit, waiting for the next swing. (Need a punchline?)

Have you tried counting stars? How about counting heartbeats? You may find the former easier to manage (But will they remember?).