Sometimes, i think that the stars are actually a huge connect-the-dot puzzle, and if we could only find the right pattern in which to connect them, then maybe we could figure out what they’re trying to tell us.

And i think that there is a different pattern for every living person, every person that has ever lived, and every person that will ever live.

So in a way, we’re all written into the night sky.

And we gaze up at the sky, lying beneath our fears and dreams, and futures, and if we could find the right pattern, we might be able to know where we’re supposed to be.

But the night sky is bigger than i can even begin to grasp, so i lay down on the damp summer grass amidst laughter, and i trace my finger along the brightest stars i can find, and i smile.

The stars can keep the burden of knowing where it is that i will end up, because i'm happy with where i'm right now.

When they twinkle, i think they’re winking at me, like they know something i don’t know, but i don’t mind.

Sometimes, i like being in the dark, and right now, i don’t mind at all.