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ᴋᴀɴɢ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ [ꜱᴏꜰᴛ] - ᴄᴀꜱꜱɪᴏᴘᴇɪᴀ

ᴋᴀɴɢ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ [ꜱᴏꜰᴛ] - ᴄᴀꜱꜱɪᴏᴘᴇɪᴀ

Kicking every stones and dusts that surrounds my foot has been a habit of mine whenever I am walking under the shining light of the moon. A walk to blurt out depressing thoughts and feelings inside me, most especially the loneliness that bugs me. I've always wondered why do I feel this way? The feeling of being different and outcasted?

It was like I was living in a dream of the night skies with twilights shining around but I was blinded to see its beauty. It was as if I have done something not deserving for me to unsee the beauty that they all boast on me. The beauty of constellations, beauty of the stars, they beauty of the bluish night sky they say.

Why do I unsee it? Why? It was as if I was blind folded with a lace of black as a punishment to not see its beauty. I was so used to looking down not caring to see the shining and beautiful things they all describe.

I tried to escape this dream, to run away from this dream that has tied me from the night skies. Dreams of whispers about the peculiar sky, whispers of its beauty, and the whisper of my own self telling me how blinded I am to not see it's constellations shining.

I remember, my parents once told me that stargazing is one of the best things that a person will be experiencing. They say that stargazing lets you see the beautiful twinkling stars that lights up the dark abyss of night, but it wasn't the case for me.

I looked back up the sky a saw a certain constellation that gives me a vibe of sin and punishment. Cassiopeia. It whispers to me. Suddenly, the constellation was gone leaving me a heavy feeling of guilt and regret.

Why was I feeling this? It was the only constellation I've seen from my entire life. But then, it was gone. It suddenly disappeared on my sight. I look around the night sky but has not seen any single twinkle of a star. No stars were shown, I was left by the air of the wind with the dark abyss of night enveloping the sky.

It has been a habit of mine lately to walk around and wait for the Cassiopeia to come out. The Cassiopeia gave me a feeling that it was calling for me to reach something. However, that something was ought to know. I need to see the signs. I want to call out the Cassiopeia for guidance.

The once I that was looking down the ground for a whole time was now facing up the dark night of black and blue hues. Not even a single star present. The only constellation I saw, the Cassiopeia, it never came back. I was waiting and waiting but found none. It was just the plain dark sky.

Things came flooding through my head, thoughts of my Cassiopeia showed itself to me. I've seen it. The Cassiopeia was calling me to see the true beauty of the night skies, the stars, the beautiful hues, the twilight. It wants me to appreciate its true beauty.

I shook my head and faced up the stars. There were no single twinkle and sparkle seen. It was blank. All blank. Plain, dark, alone, silent. Just like me.

I looked down and made my own way. Watching my feet walk its way alone. Looking down the ground with a blank and lonely face. It was as if I have no hope. I don't care. As long as I won't see how lonely the sky is without its stars. I am better to be alone rather than see the sky that they call beautiful.

One day. One time. I'll find my own star. A star that will bring me my happiness. A star that will show me the true beauty. A star that will be my own treasure.

Slowly, as I look down the ground, the treasure that I was waiting for, will let me face up in the star lights.