threads 運命の糸

the stars blinking in the darkness,

shedding traces of light on the littered ground,

tell me:

“when you gaze up longingly into the night sky,

someone somewhere, is looking at the same patch of space,

the same cluster of stars.

and a total stranger mimics the sparkle in your eyes.”

“that’s wonderful,”

i whisper back.

“the black blanket connects us,

no matter how far we are from one another.”