I’ve loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.
I had always found lights iridescent. They have this sense of warmth and life in them that I can’t help but be amazed every time they take a different form or color, lights don’t hold grudges or exclaim discomfort. They’re … Continue reading
His body was distant from his soul and his heart was out of tune. For a moment he was certain of what he felt, but as expected he threw away a love he was most certain of. He was tired of dreaming, restless of those quite moments that remind him so much of why stars had to shine.
For him, the moon no longer holds a mystery. Every puzzle life had to offer was only a nonchalant offer. He’d love to rewind time. While drinking his usual doze of nostalgia, he remembered the rainy days shared with long conversations, the crimson afternoons spent exploring the heart of the city without limitations. His heart can love again. But as he thought to himself another risk, he politely declined.
My future husband should propose to me under an aurora, in Alaska, while we freeze under the stars, Lol.
P.S. I guess I’m going to name my daughter Aurora or maybe I’ll give her a Jewish name 🙂
Take a picture of your point of view about the universe.