We all exist under the same sky

Farmers in India tending to their crops; the sun beating down on their necks

A desert nomad in search of an oasis; wanderlust fills his soul

A businessman in New York City; only living for his next paycheck

A young child playing in the stoic mountains of Peru; naive and innocent

An old man chopping wood in rural Russia; not yet tainted by the world outside

A constellation of lives

Intertwined

Grasping at each other like the hands of lovers

The elixir of life flourishing between their fingertips

Iridescent we are

Look up at the stars, darling

You’re not alone

You never were