Hidden constellations
In the galaxy full
Of infinite stars,
I stole a few
And hid them
In my finite world
To make my own constellations,
So that I could create beauty
In darkness
That once scared me.
Now every night, when
I close my eyes,
I get lost
In my creation,
And I hope one day
I could be a star
In someone else’s constellation
After I leave my finite world
To join the galaxy of infinite stars.
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