We are all made of constellations. The stars in our soul always pulsates towards new beginnings, better ones. Sometimes I lose myself in your lights, crossing paths with your body’s melodies. Stepping in the hand of time.
Its funny how fictions can become realities, its lovely when our planets collide. You make me shine brighter in the night of your eyes. Your fire keeps me warm when I look closer in the telescope of our lives.
I let myself float in the orbit of our embrace. I let myself be in the dust of our universe.
I wonder about the infinity of this eclipse. Flashing away my entire planet.
I am always away from my night skies. Hold my hand.
Take a deep breathe in.
We are all made of constellations.