We keep rewriting our story
Sometimes in red, sometimes in blue ink, and sometimes with water, sometimes, salty water
Each revision in different calligraphy
Short, stout letters or looped, elegant letters; hurried and dragged handwriting or deliberately hung alphabets
And many parts of the story remain unwritten
Whatever the reason, some things we don’t want to record and so only the stars know and our hearts know – because the heart goes on feeling and the stars have no choice but to observe.