Under the Stars
"When you can't find the
right words to say,
when you can't define anymore
the worst thing about sadness,
when you stare longer
at nothingness than before,
when you're on the urge to cry
and jump down,
and when you don't know
anything anymore,
meet me under the stars."
He always say that to me.
"Why? Because in there,
there will be
no more noises?" I asked.
"No. Because in there,
there will be more noises
filling your head.
But for once, you'll find yourself
looking up
and think that the universe
is so vast and
there are still beautiful encounters
waiting to meet you.
And then you'll look back at me and,"
I cut him off and said:
"And I will hug you,
so tight,
for making me realize
that you're that beautiful encounter
I will meet under the stars."
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Into the Deep
PoetryLet this book submerge you with heartaches, drown you with traces of the past, flood you with self-wonders, wash you with waves of healing, immerse you with romance, and fill you up with colors, but only if you dive into this ocean of poetry and le...
