During my time alone in the city that’s 2,000 kilometers away from my home, the feeling of loneliness and insecurity filled my mind.

That was how I, as a planet without a track, felt the loss of direction.

Messages on my phone, like faint voices from outer space. What do they mean to me when I’m too far away to miss them?

Time passed, new experiences gradually put my life on track. I thought about old memories and people close to me

Maybe I’m a small planet, traveling in the orbit of my life

The familiar warmth is the Oort cloud, the untouchable guard surrounding me.

Perhaps everyone is a small planet. Simultaneously,

the Oort cloud of someone.