wandering mind

The flickering glow is every lightly fading away; time in due course has been harsh. Once which could lighten up an entire neighbor now struggles to go by each day. The need for which is love, unhampered and pure, uncorrupted and unconditioned, just enough not much. A love that is indeed rare on this date and time. A love beyond physical and material matters of life, a love that consumes everyone and none at the same time. Four letter words mean that can cause war and destruction and also salvage a lost soul at the same time. A word as rare as red diamonds has been overtly used and misused in this genre.

My mind ponders at night string at that one dimly flickering star, that one day I too will be as cold as a dead star that falls endlessly in the void of the space, after the last bit of gas is worn out. That one day like the worn-out star I too will fall endlessly into the void of space, cold and numb. But unlike the star reaching its peace, my fate will succumb to glorified tortures, sugar-quoted lies, and a beautifully arranged devastating and tragic life.

For once I wish I could leave behind this material body and dive into the empty dark space wandering around healing the scares my soul bear, reviving myself to fight for another day.