Joining the dots

Is it our life made like the constellations over the sky?

Could it be real?

Like joining all those shining points making them something like Pegasus, Castor and Polux.

Something that only human’s been imagination can do, giving to those galaxies, that few of them don t exist anymore, a sense so simple like a fantasy totem behind all the magnificence that the universe has got .

Is it our life like those corps?

If we join all our dots, I mean our experience, the past memories. Could we ve a trace of our destiny, or what step make forward?

Making those traces a figure of our dreams, passions, the ideal of ourselves.

All the pains, smiles, the first date, the last day of college, the first trip?

Like those experiences were like stars in disorder and it is our job to realise which of them make something in our inside world.

Maybe we have constellations of all kinds and the sky is our been itself we just have to know what s behind that universe that could be memories, other worlds that still there or might be gone.

All the constellations, some of them my muses, other my experiences, my dreams, the sorrows, my memories.

All of them made by something more complex. But they have a sense, a meaning of who we re right now, looking at them with curiosity and getting sometimes foolish by their magic.

The perfect foolish combination between magic and magnificence

We are dust of stars creating a whole unique world with imagination and experience for looking again over the sky and our next jump that moon with a rocket on her eye.