Intense loneliness
personifies itself
before inanimate walls

With a variety of
empathetic characters
to populate the room

Weaving and performing
an anxious dance
of justifications

For never permitting
vulnerability
to be exposed.



- fr

you are star, you are moon,
a blur of white in the rounded night,

tranquil as the narrow streets at nocturne,
where the tall streetlight breathes

its half-moon yellows, love flowers
behind frosty windows; behind

avenues of dark stone and gothic
eaves the dust of the moon

starts to settle, weaves a golden web.

Has anyone ever told you the origin of stargazing? I learned it's truth after gazing into your eyes. Each an ingress into a star scape of ineffable beauty. Irises the deepest of blues. Pupils as abyssal as the infinite embrace. Combined at just the right angle. The stars shine brighter in your lunette than they do on any clear night sky. What answers might I find if I keep looking into them?
The meaning of life?
Discovery?
Love maybe?
Secrets diffinetely secrets.
Yours, Mine, The world's, The universe's.
And if I am really lucky.
I might even find me.
Wishing on a star to earn your heart.
That is atleast my hope.

May I always take time to see the beauty
Within me
Within you
Within the world
As this will create beauty
in the heartbeat of every experience