“We are all stars in someone’s space.”

Modern-day love stories are born not out of love, but a tired mind and a restless heart.

We are not the mightiest in the skies, but we are all fireflies.

Ghosts exist as thoughts, and some of them are hauntingly beautiful.

You exist in colors that don’t exist, like memories that are mine but all yours.

We hold on to people like stars on a moonless night.

Be like the crescent moon, far from full, but shining nevertheless.

I love you more now that you’re a memory.

There is no greater sorrow than that of a soul, moving through the tunnels of hope, holding on to the beautiful past while drowning in a pool of darkness all alone, all alone.

The lone tree that stood in my garden.

Let the memories remain warm, even when everything is cold.

Fly like a butterfly in the fields like they did in the time of yore, fly like a butterfly in my heart like you never did from the time of yore.

The heart is known to provide solutions from time to time. Listen to your heart.

I miss the warmth, the morning coffees, and you.

A page in my book will always blank in case you come back.

Would you remember me for a day or four, or will I live with you in your heart, at the core?

You’re my home, not just a stop along the way.

And all the stars in the deep blue sky are the tears of the moon; the ones he cried while dreaming about the sun

Maybe all these stars carry the souls of those we’ve lost. And our countless wishes carry all the love we never got to give them. Maybe.

I dream about kissing you under the moon-lit night, under the beauty of thousand tiny stars. 

How is it they live in such harmony, the billions of stars, when most men can barely go a minute without declaring war in their minds?

Stars fell in our eyes the night sky our canvas, we painted the moon red.

My birth was a blessing. Sent to live and die on Earth; it’s a blessing. We each have a star; all you have to do is find it. Once you do, everyone sees it, you won’t be blinded.

Don’t let the ugly in others kill the beauty in you. Let it inspire you to conjure a worthwhile view. Observe their darkness-like space in between the stars. Acknowledged, yet dazzled with the bright beauty of ours. Their darkness is worthy of unconditional love. Just give their ugly, mercy.

A sky is full of stars. Still, I am gazing at her eyes.