Constellations

A thousand years ago, the sky was lit with hanging stars. A thousand years ago, people saw the same stars that we're seeing now. A thousand years ago, was oh-so different from now.

I saw the Orion in the dust clouds, the Big Dipper adorned on wedding dresses. There's no sound that's more beautiful, than the rustling of the earth, and the leaves.

And up in the distance, I can see a star, sitting near a street light that it couldn't bear to leave apart. And it's in these like this everywhere if you'd just take off your glasses, and realise the world isn't as dark as it seems.

And constellations remain the same... They never change. Ever.