There's a yearning in my soul. A sudden dramatic anticipation. To connect, to reflect, to know your joys and woes. Your sorrows and your hopes.
Even for a day..
A minute..
A moment..
A memory to behold!
I don't expect forever, truly forever is untold, but life has unexpectedly introduced our weary souls. Bestow to me your story. I promise I'm no judge. I am too a victim seeking nothing more than love. A piece of me I'll give you. I'll surly accept yours. To feel in life is purpose, to neglect that is absurd.  Let your heart be open, let it carry you away. The pain you've too long squandered, let's relinquish it today.

I saw the galaxy in your eyes
Millions and millions of stars
Aligned together in blissful harmony
Dazzling, thrilling, captivating


Every time I’d look in them
I would fall
Deeper and deeper
I’d drift among millions of diamonds
And with every passing second more would appear
More ravishing than the ones I had seen before


With every grain of sand falling through an hourglass
I would become more greedy
To have that galaxy all to myself
I was addicted
To have those stars shine just for me
For them to be as exquisite as the best champagne
Only for my eyes
Was my biggest desire


I craved to indulge in them
Every second, minute, hour of the day
They were mine after all
Only mine
Those stars
My biggest weakness
And dearest fixation


And then one day
They were gone
And like a drug addict in withdrawal
Without them  
I was deserted of any gaiety
The euphoria I felt was was extinguished


When I would search for them
I would find bleak emptiness
Their glow was dissipated
And so was mine


The immense burning I felt
To find myself once more drifting among the stars
Dreaming to fall once more
Into that ocean of sparkling diamonds
Was eating away at me from inside


I came to the realisation that it is true
The stars don’t shine for those not worthy of them
And greed is the deadliest weapon
Which ultimately destroyed my beloved constellations

Cause the past is an armor you cannot take off no matter how many times they tell you the war is over

There is a lot of conflict in this world today.
I say it is evil.

There is a lot of hate amongst us all,
and I classify it as no love.

There is a lot of disgust towards those who are different,
I say it is a misunderstanding.

We still fight to become equal,
so we write our own sequels;
and the stories we classed as magical,
have now turned into something autobiographical.

where,
pain,
loss,
and solitude,
is now easily tangible.

//KZ.M

human hands
were made to be held.

the bleak reality
of that fact
is your hand will fit
just as perfectly in hers
as you used to say
it fit in mine.

The hands of time rewind then
tears roll up our face and back inside the eyes.
Frowns turn back to smiles
and dark clouds roll back as the sun comes back out to shine. We're left there;
into each other's eyes we stare, becoming frozen in time
as thoughts of choices to make and consequences that'll come still roll around in my mind.

Words are felt but never spoken, still I knew it would change the future.
She couldn't put a finger on it but felt the same, as we stared we seen goodbye in both of our eyes.
it's so crazy; life is strange.