Jar Full of Stars

Sebastian thought it was just on time, for him to release the stars. From his glass jar to the indigo oceans above, they would be flying back to their places.

            Back to their places, soon.

            Soon they would be dancing, like carefree children, to the symphony of the gently rustling wind; the droning of television sets all around the urbia; the swearing of the jeepney driver; and the moaning of the felines, as they mated on the roof of a lonely, balding, old man’s house.
            Clothed.

            Clothed like never before. The stars would clothe and blanket themselves with sheets of celestial penumbra. Nebulous and Indistinct. This house would be their home. This house would be their home. And they would be the only ones to linger.  

            Sebastian stood upright, on the ledge of his dormitory rooftop. Removing the lid from the jar, fireflies by the dozens flew out into the city, filling the void and starless Manila sky with short-lasting, sunset orange fairy lights.

            Sebastian went back to his dorm room.

            He went back to his dorm room, this time thinking of filling his jar with clouds next.    

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