I distract myself with the faded silhouettes and exhaled breath Lightless eyes filling up with constellations in the sky . Scarecrow trees growing under my feet I lost that flush of sentimentalism and I think I lost my heart, too I’m just walking in the dark.

It shone like a shard of the purest white, a halo gently encompassing it. Like a break in the infinite space, and at that moment, I wonder if it knew. There are few things in my life that remain constant, one of which are the constellations in the sky.