I just need to convey that no matter what I am soaked in memories of us.
As I lay awake under the grand grape vines, giving the luminous stars names one by one, I asked myself about the darkness that encapsulates them. The cold distance that separates us all. Then I questioned myself, “is this the same darkness that consumes my being with or without others? Was this darkness here before we locked eyes into a wordless treaty and clasped gentle hands?” For I can only hope that just like the brilliant galaxies my luminosity will not perish, but forever be adorn by your ocean blue eyes.