conversation about stars

why i believe in the stars? it’s a novelty i have never seen – a night sky with millions of pinpoint dots of light shining through — through what? what? why? how? when? where? the five questions of life. back on point, i am not an optimistic person. i prefer to see myself as a

behind the scenes

behind the scenes ofsunshine and smiles, a darknessstealthly approaches

vision of peace

our fingers tangled in strands of grassas our vision turned black and whitein the dark nightas the ball of golden light sank―sank below the glassy horizon―as overlapping colors of pink, orange, and yellowdappled the topaz-colored skyin gentle waves lappingon the shores of the heavens. slowly, as our hands hugged each other close,the silvery pinpricks of

death and life

death and life – the boundary is thin.

human light

when the night smothersand the stars don’t shine you can still find lightin human souls and candlesflickering flames bright

corrupt

that prophet preachesnot for inner light and pridebut for the profit

scars to roses

No longer alone, my scars bloom.

hero isolated

sea of lights floating beneath shadowy hills,darkness envelopes your figure – you are the only one left in this world,isolated, you fend off the shadows alone,the champion of the light no one knows – you watch civilization below you,their ingenious starlight captured in containers,staving away the claws at night. and you – you watch from

empty remarks

a stuffed doll – a false comfort.

embers

the forgotten ash rises again.