If the stars are the opportunities, Then why does one die right in front of me, When I gather my courage, To start a universe around it?...

There’s a star right in front of me, Burning, dying, screaming, From light years ago, With no one to listen, Even light years away. Yet,...

Everything has become platonic, People, feelings, poems, Some senseless, Some sane, Some hopeless, Some mundane. Just like the star,...

You’re not the star I said you were, You’re the comet which shines brighter than anything else. You’re not constant like the star, But, a...