• Stargazing •
The alphabets are bimbling like a whiffler.
The words collected stardust,
The sentences gives force to paralogize.
The full stop signifies ending point of words, but starting point of imagination.
I picked up a pen ; again.
To write on the skin of paper.
Slowly, steadily the orphic chaos split itself into the spectrum of komorebi.
On the canvas of sky i'd be tracing.
The stars which are blazing.
Through my window, i could see the moonlight dancing.
Twinkling eyes, a heart full of esperance. " And i will still be here , stargazing."
• Note to Self • We can end a little everyday by predicting too much , the way of ending ,
Or we can prefer to live by starting and progressing each day , which is a new beginning.
Not everyday is euphoric, but not everyday is submerged in dysphoria either. 'Cause it was never about spending days it was about how you made most of your time.
For how long you're gonna surround yourself with things?
A moment will come when the empty house will remind you of your own emptiness and the screens will stare blankly.
And you'll be left to wonder why it's crucial to feel , it's universe's treasure concealed.
We stop the time in photographs , so ask yourself did you make any memories.
Or were you just too busy sorting your books and stationery.
Some are with us in faded pictures, others are in us , imprinted on the heart.
Hold on to the ones who truly care, embellish those distinctive arts.
It's a long journey pal , we have to go too far.