sometimes when i look up at the sky and i see the infinite number of stars scattered across the ceiling, it hits me how small i am. i am but an insignificant being. relative to the universe, i am nothing more than an ant scrambling to find her place in the ant hill, and with so much going on around me, i'm pretty lost.
lucky for me, the constellations are there to guide me. while everyone else is looking down at the grown beneath them, watching where their feet step, i am there, and i am looking up at the endless array before me, and it is beautiful. it's a shame that not as many people bother to watch like i do. like we do.
rather, like we do in my late, sleepless nights. sometimes i'll tiptoe outside (only during the summer. the winter is too cold) to the field near my house and lie down on the damp grass, and i'll look up at the sky. it's hard to see stars behind smog, but if the sky's clear enough, you can just make them out. and i'll lie there and just stare at them, and i'll talk to them. really, i'm talking to you, as if you were beside me, but you're not.
one can dream.
that's what i do. i dream that you'll understand how i live, and how it compares to how you live. and that you'll come out and lay with me on the grass and talk to the stars, and to me. or, it doesn't even have to be in the summer in the night. it can be anywhere and anytime we feel like it. i can only dream that one day we'll be like that. right now we're separated by too much, too much in the present, past, and future. but stars outlast time, don't they? so i hope that's what we'll do.
we'll become a constellation with an inseperable bond, and even though there will be lightyears between us, we'll still be together, transcending above everything else in this world, but that won't matter, because we'll see each other in our eyes.
but for now, that's only a dream, and i am whispering this to the stars.
