Like how a star commits to constellations;

She said.

And that's how she promised herself.

But little did I know;

That constellations were never real,

It's a make-believe of one's imaginary.

It's a way to divide one from the many,

But serve no purpose other than status.


Like how a star commits to constellations;

She said.

And that's what I believed.

Boy was I a fool;

That constellations consists of other stars as well,

It's a series of connection with others,

As one star could die and be replaced by another.

And it takes a century for them get back together.


-HIY