There might be an infinte number of disparate stars and galaxies in this interminably cosmic universe,
but my sorrowful eyes will be transfixed on the most majestic star that outshines the twilight lit sky,
the pulchritudinous star that divines the derailed train of thoughts into constellations within my claustrophobic & restless mind.

the star....
that is you.

She said to him "let's enjoy the time dont speak dont think"

I still check intermittently
if there are any message from you,
but the unstably excruciating reality is that there's none and there won't be any in the distorted future; without you.

I perpetually hold on to an illusion of false hope.

You were conjuringly special to me,
i convinced my vehemently skeptical gut that,
you felt the same way about me.
quite unnaturally/naturally, i was dolorously mistaken.


Turned out, i was just another…
To You.