Just when I thought things were falling into place, stars collided.
Everything changed. Things began to spin in directions they weren’t
supposed to, orbiting new planets, around the sky, around
us, in a way that wasn’t meant to be. But nothing ever
seemed different when prayers were wailed at the sky.
Whenever I see the new stars bright in the night, I hope
everything will again align. My souls yearns and waits
patiently for my constellations to form and for long-lost
tears to well back in my eyes and unbreak my heart.