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I know the stars by their names,
Aldebaran, Altair,
And I know the path they take
Up heaven’s broad blue stair.

I know the secrets of men
By the look of their eyes,
Their gray thoughts, their strange thoughts
Have made me sad and wise.

But your eyes are dark to me
Though they seem to call and call —
I cannot tell if you love me
Or do not love me at all.

I know many things,
But the years come and go,
I shall die not knowing
The thing I long to know.
Maybe we're all just specks of dust
Lying on an old dresser
Waiting for someone to open a window
For someone to shake a bedsheet
And throw us into the air
To get our few seconds of spotlight

We rise, glinting in the sunlight's beam,
A constellation in a forgotten room,
Dancing to the rhythm of a careless breeze,
Free, if only for a fleeting moment.

Perhaps we settle back too soon,
Clinging to surfaces that never knew us,
But for that brief ascent, we were stars—
A story, if only in the eyes of light.

And maybe that’s enough:
To shimmer, instantaneously,
to let the world carry us
where it wills,
Knowing even dust
Has its time to shine.
I rarely talked about love
Because the word "love" in a sentence is really sentencing by itself.
 2d Adriana
Zeno
The moonlit sky hovers
a dark and empty street
A night submerged with wonder
and stillness

In a blissful voice, the night sang
about a faraway land,
where the pastures danced
and summer was everlasting

Lustrous knights roam the land
and the goblins lurks in the shadow
Like the darkness I lay on
As my bones relish in the calm
of this wonderful night
 2d Adriana
Zeno
A cat sat on the mat
With its raven fur swirling into darkness
Like a cloud wandering into night
 2d Adriana
Pax
Joker
 2d Adriana
Pax
I am never
the comedian,
But I am
the joke.
When I was growing-up, I was different, in a way i speak, walk or talk. Yet physically i was just a normal boy growing up knowing nothing on how the society works. I was confident to what i like and don't like, then been bullied  or humilated by doing it, because it was not the norms for a typical boy. Then I became fed up with it, that in my teenages years i learned to be alone and be alone, trying to fix something that didn't need fixing. Life goes on in my teenage year, still being bullied until in my collage years that i learned which to ignore and to which to defend. In result to all this i became a loner, choosing wisely when to socialize when needed to or else i rather be alone. That is why also i never care finding someone anymore, i find comfort in my own space.  Being Old alone is not such a bad thing anymore, we all go there in some point in time.

To conclude my personal journey, I guess being bullied physically or emotionally has/have a long time effect. It will scar you, but it will never defined you, you'll get strong as you understand the viewpoint in perspective, life gets better when you know how to live a good life.
No one listens
when you talk
in black and white
Only when
you color
the conversation
can you get them
to think twice
Black or White
they fight back
Turn to color
sweeten truth
Make it smell better
they hear only
what they want
Their minds
have become
untouchable
There is only
Silence
now
in the black
and white

— The End —