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Constellations.

Without knowing one another, 
we look in the same direction simply because we are under the same sky.

Even so, we can’t completely turn away, 
so we use the stars as an excuse to look up at the sky,
and within a story that has nothing to do with me, 
I discover a single outline that resembles myself.

As if it’s okay not to be connected, 
the light arrives right on time, and even while saying it means nothing, 
today’s me can’t simply let it pass.

Among the things I’ve said I don’t believe in, 
there is still a feeling that hasn’t disappeared, 
using the night as an excuse to let me stay a little longer.