Our lives are like constillations
Sure we're in space, nothingness in its fullest meaning
And we have no clue where we're going
But still we are something
We exsist as who we are
And that gives us a form
But what makes us a consteillation is something different.
We are a consteillation because fate has created imaginary lines that lead us on a path we follow till we meet another star.
And that star makes life better for being there
Because if they weren't there hidden among all the stars it just be that another star in the sky.
With a consteillation, you feel whole.