why is it so enchanting reading a poetry? why is it so calming to view at a painting? why is it so heartbreaking listening to a music? why is it so alluring looking at the sky? why is it so empty dancing in the moonlight? why is it so beautiful to look at you? why is it? why is it?

Yeah the sun is beautiful, but the moon is enchanting

There's something so magical about winter's sunlight. Whenever I sit under that sunlight even for just fifteen minutes then I just feel like I'm healing and love is real.

“I sing in Greek, I pray in Latin, I ache in a language so old that even the earth no longer remembers; so dead that it has returned to dust.”

And if i could be in your eyes for a moment. if i could live in your mind for a second. if you could smile because of me. if you call my name for once - i am ready to win any crisis this world offers to me. i am ready to destroy any wrong this universe do to me. i am ready to wipe all those tears, each eye shed around me. i am ready to face, to break and to heal. if only you could know my existence , even if it lasts an instant in your memory that -- someone like me, loved you.

what a beautiful thing it is, to be so wholly and completely tethered to another.

sometimes i think about how constellations are an entirely man-made construct and don't actually exist inherently in nature. i mean the universe just gave us stars , and we saw art and myths and stories in them. the capacity that humans have for seeing purpose in the incidental makes me realise just how lonely we are on this planet , desperately searching for meaning elsewhere in the universe.