The Sun set the sky ablaze flaunting its incessant passion,
and while the world slumbered,
the moon danced a waltz amorously in the tranquil of the night,
so unlike the love of mortals that wears itself out in a rush to possess.
Letters from the sky
In strokes of fresh blue, pink and orange dispersed with soft white kisses, the sky writes letters to me.
A certain amount of detachment was imperative to keep my heart from being ripped open every time shrapnels of words were hurled at me.
My heart is the shape of his silhouette.
All paths seemed wrong, that didn’t lead him to me.