Space is endless, it is ever expanding, constantly shifting, and flowing like a ocean of stars.
It's weight makes everything feel so very small and yet space itself is small, it's still growing after all.
When you look at the stars what do you think of? Do you feel that nothing you do matters? Or do you not care at all?
Well, I see them as the tears of all of the people who's wishes hasn't been granted, whose dreams remain untrue and whose hearts remain broken.
Their lives ended before they could begin, so space kept them to keep it from being so lonely.