like a falling star,
casted without haste,
traveling calmly from afar,
eons and light years away,
running from something,
but also is searching for something,
if it were still complete then it would still be shining,
but its pieces is now scattered and they're scared of even returning,
what sense would it even bring,
if the one they shine upon isn't even noticing,
now exploring through the galaxy,
hoping one day forgetting would be easy,
escaping the cause,
while wandering in the cosmos,
doing the thing it can only do,
and like the stars, people fall just to make someone's wish come true.
