I believe that the universe is like an impossible puzzle. When you look up into the glittering night sky, you see the echo of humanity stretched out, imprinted in the stars. It’s endless, and maddening. It’s why when you stare for too long, you feel insignificant while also believing that you live in the most fantastic creation, shaped by beautiful thoughts. Maybe when we die, we shatter. Bits of ourselves go out into the sky to become fragments of stardust among the constellations, finally beautiful.
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Constellations
you were inside my head
creating constellations in my mind,
and every breath i drew
was one last prayer to the stars.
in my dreams i felt your touch
lingering softly,
as together we imagined
our beautiful and divine universe.