I’ve loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.


Train Rides

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.