@sakurafeathers691

4 years ago

In every universe, there is a galaxy. In every galaxy there is a planet. In every planet there's a population. In ever population, there's a cluster of more galaxies. In every galaxy in the cluster, there's a pair of eyes that look at the skies, making there own stories out of unreachable views. When you see a constellation, what do you think? "I wonder what they mean?" "What do others think of them?" "What are they really here for?" "How many unreachable, burning stars are attaching that line?" Isn't it kind of like a book? Pages of stars attaching chapters of skylines, with pages and pages of comets skimming through the action. Meteors ripping pages away and craters of unseen readings to deep to see. "It's a small world out there," I say, laughing at how cliché it is. It's small through our minds. How much do we know? We could be stuck on a cliffhanger and not even know it. Because the life of a future will always be infinite, and there will always be something we don't know. Constellations always come back someday, to remind you. You just don't see them sometimes. How long has it been since you've seen a star? The time might tell what your going through through your perspective. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be something that wasn't in this universe. What would you want to be? I'd want to be a constellation. A never ending story. The infinity of the unnamed that is still out there, undiscovered. Occasionally, it feels like a prophecy, shouting to be seen with its fingers overlapping our universe. Like an infinite graph. And the graphing points make intersecting lines. These stories are constellations.

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