Stars.

Interpret it how you like.

I look up at the stars
and smile.
They form patterns of my past,
my present, and my future.
New journeys,
and roads already taken.
Pictures of my life,
brightly drawn but cloaked in darkness.
They inch slowly across the sky,
the occasional plane
changing a picture
into something more abstract.

I look up at the stars,
but this time
that's all I see.

The End

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