This term caught my eye as I was doing a random search for songs/singers on youtube.
Lady Stardust reminds me of that book written by Neil Gaiman, a nice little novel with a modern/dark touch to it. Yvaine perhaps?
I’ve always looked up at the skies late in the evenings whenever I’m troubled, frustrated, or just… pensive. Somehow, the cool night air, the serene surroundings always manages to provide a measure of comfort. What makes me smile however, is not so much when there is a full moon, but when I can see the stars, and count them.
I’ve never ever gone stargazing before, apart from the odd attempts from the beach chair beside my condo swimming pool late at night (or early in the morning). I’ve never been able to tell apart the difference between a star and a satellite, nor have I ever been able to spot the patterns of astrology in the sky, or the North Star from any other. Somehow, I just enjoy counting the stars as I see them. Ignorance is bliss I guess.
I’ve often wondered what would it be like, to be on another distant planet, viewing this galaxy’s only physical representation: the Sun, which would seem just like another weak star in the universe. Maybe I’ll still be wondering about the same thing. I’ve never ever seen a shooting star before too, but I wrote the only song based on a random inspiration about shooting stars.
I’ve always wanted to believe that with enough effort, with enough commitment, I’d always be able to triumph, able to engineer my own miracles. Yet, till now, I’ve yet to fulfil any of my dearest wishes, nor have I seen any shooting star streaking across the sky. I really hate to succumb to fate, but I’ve been taught, rather unkindly too at times, that there are greater forces at play, which is really out of my reach to comprehend.
This term, Lady Stardust, however, reminds me of a certain girl, who goes to bed before the sun sets, and wakes up when the night toils (sometimes) hard at preparation and revision. Imagine going to a ball with all the major stars, and you taking out your notes to study instead.
I fell alseep while pondering what to write next. As the stars swivel around the dance floor, stardust falls, and settles on everyone who are awake, including her. They continue to glitter for a short while, before going out totally. Has anything happened? Not in a tangible way, but then again, whenever I see her, unmistakably, she’s Lady Stardust.
This post goes out to you, lady. You know who you are. Thank you. =)
And I’ve also learnt that, handphones apparently cut the line after talking for just 1 hour over the phone.