"The most exquisite face wrinkles and droops with age Roses too must wither, mocking man's desire for any eternal beauty in materiality Death will destroy the buds of youth, Cataclysms will demolish the grandeurs of this earth But nothing can destroy the splendor of the astral cosmos"
Many forms, but crystalline perfection; Mystics pine, on the meaning of raging storms; In lieu of real connection. We can Appreciate the beauty that is laid before. Before our time, and we veer Without axis, & detached from direction.
And I have severed the bridge, The bond of the astral soul To this corporeal form. Similarly feeling, so far From all that is tangible. What I am, I don't know And the point, in the grand scheme. A stream of air, a speck of dust Tiny particles without any meaning
we heard them talking about a meteor shower expected later that night highly anticipated set to accompany the rust red supermoon that we caught following us home
lay down upon blankets a meagre effort to provide at least a little comfort while we witnessed this astral magnificence the significanceof which none of us was certain childishly imagining a spectacle from the dazzling of shooting stars trailing tails like fireworks pointing in wonder appearing briefly before burning out
instead we found ourselves staring up at one of those countless spots of white slowly unenthusiastically drifting across the stratosphere it could be a meteor maybe just an aeroplane or simply a twinkling trick of the light yet still we watched without excitement without direction without relevance
here i, walk blind in unseen sights, aspired by my will, to catch the shot in the dark not dark as in morbid but, dark as in unknown, unseen for only, it could be foreshadowed by some i will be viewing the past through the lessons it has taught while i keep on..writing, painting every vivid dream i have for my brain is translucent, once i enter the realm of softness and dancing moon spirits.
Endora: I can’t breath, my lungs are burning Everything around me is twirling. Everything inside me squeezes eminently, grabbing away my desire to live on. I am filled with pain, till my last bone. My eyes are full of blood rivers. He is dying in the roaring silence.
Lucas: As I opened my eyes, I saw dazzling stars dancing in the sunset It was as quiet as a dead silence, creating a peaceful setting. I breathed in, a fresh freezing air I can’t stop gazing at this glare. Am I dead or is it just a dream?
Endora: Is it a dream or he is really dead? This shouldn’t be the end! Each moment, memory with him, was a blest It flashed to the right and to the left I wish I could say ‘I love you till death’ Just as a lest
Lucas: As I walked in a gloomy forest I felt that Endora felt the sorest I can't stop thinking about her. Besides.
Out of the blue,I noticed a glorious figure. Her dress was fluttering in the wind. However, I didn't have a chance to see the owner of this gracious dress. “Come back, come back” said the soft voice I didn't have a chance to see the owner of this soft voice.