Tell me stories.
Not of heroes
and their worries,
no.
Reveal
what has long been
forgotten;
Left untold,
for their endings
were illogical
and unconvincing.
Sometimes
these stories
carry more life
within,
than the ones we praise.

You kissed me
in the pouring rain
with nothing but jasmine
as our roof.

Take my hand,
so we can jump
on board of the nearest ship.
Let’s sail into the horizon,
to where the sun vanishes
every night;
Let’s sail beyond,
into the unknown -
to where the stars
kiss the infinite seas.
Let’s get away,
and find a new place
to stay.

She smiled slyly
and the universe
erupted
with life.

Humans are like moths,
always drawn to the light,
the beauty.
They don’t even care,
if it burns them.
They willingly accept the pain,
just to be as close as possible
to what fascinates them.
At first I thought it is the natural stupidity
of both species,
that makes them reckless,
but after studying
their behavioral pattern,
it occurs to me,
that beneath their seemingly
thoughtless actions,
there lies
such a
desperation.
They crave the hurt,
because only when they are
burning,
fluttering fully lit up
and slowly
killing themselves,
that’s when both
the human
and the moth
feel beautiful.