I tilt my head to decompress,
Loving the plain and dark night sky above us,
Undeniably, It made me express,
I tour my eyes to every faded little one that slightly shines,
Wishing for someone’s happiness at the same time,
Are you praying for mine, too?
It is so good to be true.
But yes, Hope have gotten us this far not answers,
I could attest
That there is more to this awful life.
Then, I started to draw patterns in the sky
Like a permanent tattoo,
It is beautiful but painful,
You served as the horizon,
Which I would never get the chance to touch nor to have,
It is unfathomable,
To let you be someone’s key and arrow,
Every reason trickled down to the question