When the stars shine they erase some illusion and even the mystical is included in this universe. Too new to remember. Too old to forget. And yet, we do forget to observe, to shine, and reflect, and remember. This is all illusion. Our fabricated…
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
When the stars shine they erase some illusion and even the mystical is included in this universe. Too new to remember. Too old to forget. And yet, we do forget to observe, to shine, and reflect, and remember. This is all illusion. Our fabricated…