#stardust musing

[stardust-musing]

The orange setting over the horizon feels like a warm smile, from a face, that is familiar from a universe, far far away.

—Caelum, Fragments

[stardust-musing]

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

[stardust-musing]

What is regret, but an abandoned, dark room in a twenty-four storey building, where the sun doesn’t show up anymore, where the walls have become corpse-like, barely breathing, and the air around is choking on itself.

—Caelum

[stardust-musing]

Those abandoned walls of dreams, that are dead. Where I whispered my heart out and she bled.

Daffodils of this mind are now withered The mellow voices, screaming pain. The darkest clouds burning, tethered, whilst weeping crystal ashes in rain.

Caelum

[stardust-musing]

Dancing at those blues songs Licking woe for the one who's gone Kissing old photographs, till dawn Lifeless letters, in silence belong.

Caelum

[stardust-musing]

... and in the heart of the sea, You try to hold an anchor for the sinking. I’d rather drown gently, bit by bit, everyday in our love until the watery grave calls me out by my name.

Caelum

[stardust-musing]

We’re all asked to adjust into roles, wearing invisible masks with a fake smile to please the world. To put up the best of performances on our own separate chaotic stage, so that people cheer for us.but what that little struggling heart under our chest really want? Is it so difficult to put ourselves out in this world? Unmask ourselves?Let our madness out?